Oh well. It’s just a ceiling. No one will notice, right?
I’m so excited for today. The bar mitzvah.
Last night we were surrounded by family and friends. We had a lovely dinner. Services were nice with the choir and our new prayer books.
Today, my son will read from the Torah.
Today, my son will be a man.
Well, a teenager kind of man. But I’m in the moment so whatever. I’m excited and proud. And dying for a cup of coffee.