Waiting for My Miracle      

Chanukah. Two years ago.

The wait feels long already, and when the article catches my eye, it feels like the answer to my tefillos. A woman longing for a daughter after waiting many years buys beautiful muffin toppers and doilies for her future daughter’s kiddush. She places them next to her husband’s menorah and davens heartfelt tefillos to be zocheh to another child.

And “just like that,” she has a keili for her brachah. By the next Chanukah, she holds a beautiful baby girl in her arms.

Inspired, I wonder what I can use as a keili to hold the brachah I so desperately crave. As the years pass by with no other child in sight, is my oldest destined to be my only?

I buy a beautiful pair of candlesticks. Crystal. They glisten in the lighting of the store and I wrap them up to keep them safe until I can light the pair of them together. One for my son, one for my next child.