Friday, March 21, 2008
There are moments when your heart catches in your throat and past and present meld. I had such a moment tonight when I opened my email and found this photo of Sophie, proudly wrapped in a crocheted pink cape which my mom had made for Jennifer long, long ago. Suddenly, I was looking at my daughter at the age of six.
David was taking the girls to the synagogue for a Purim celebration and it looks like pink was the color of the day. Hannah seems to be sporting one of her princess dress-up gowns.
We move from Purim to the Easter bunny this weekend. I found out that there is an American Girl musical in a nearby theatre tomorrow so I'm treating Sophie to the show and then a sleepover. The tricky part will be the secret delivery of baskets and goodies to the girls' house while I have Sophie under my wing. I hope the Easter bunny has a teleportation device.
The girls look so old-fashioned in these photos, like they could have stepped out of a country house in Poland or Russia a century ago. Again, I see so much of my mother in their faces and yet, I'm sure their paternal grandmom sees glimpses of her past too.
Purim baskets, Easter baskets. Giving and receiving.