"Are you going back to Schwartz?” The question has been posed.
Don’t I look great?!?
Ok, hear me out.
I watched as the color drained from my oldest sons face before his head would drop into his hands. It was as if the assault on his mind was too heavy for his neck to bare. He sat there crumbled over, breathless, and shocked. At 12 years-old he was caught between being a scared little boy and brave young adult.
My kids were jazzed up to go to a Bar Mitzvah service this morning and I wanted to seize this moment to capture the perfect family photo for Father's Day.
Here's how it rolled…
Life changes in a flash. One minute you can lift them into your arms and the next minute they are towering over you. My three kids are all still living at home, under my roof. Someday their wings will be strong enough to fly on their own and I will stand on this front step waving good-bye. For now, I will find gratitude in this chapter.
April 22, 2016 is a BIG day for the Earth, my twin brother and my Jewish friends. Happy Passover, Happy Earth Day and Happy Birthday Ben!
Growing up we were known as the " Schwartz family of twins". I was the oldest in the first set of two sets of twins. My Mom is a triplet. Multiples run in our genetics, as does the neurological disorder, Fragile X*.