Enveloped in His Prayers 

That night I told my husband to wake me up in the morning so I could daven Shacharis alongside him. I thought it would be fun for me, and it would give my husband a lift about davening b’yechidus.

When the alarm clock rang I was exhausted, but got all dressed and ready… until I realized I could have slept longer.

I didn’t realize how much goes into my husband’s pre-davening routine: Tehillim, learning Mishnayos for his father, now gone from this world for 17 years (what a Gan Eden my shver must have)… and I don’t say Korbanos.

I didn’t realize a lot of things. I watched as he bedecked himself with his tallis. My favorite word now is definitely “l’hisatef.” After the brachah, he took his tallis, and in slow motion, placed one corner across the opposite shoulder. He then he did the same on the other side. He was engrossed, lost someplace — and when he emerged, I was sure I sensed the presence of the Shechinah.