I love the line about your family (like a peony) blooming once a year. That one line alone made the whole story.
Read it to mis amigas as a bedtime story. They loved it. Still talking about those lace socks this morning.
Love this story …exactly the way I remember High Holy Days services when I was 9 years old…oh and Go Giants!
Fabulous! So many great little touches in this piece. It transported me to the very day…I felt like I tagged along as your friend.