Wow, I remember thinking. That’s so beautiful. She does that, like, every day?
I thought it was very sweet the first time I witnessed it. I still thought so by the fifth time, and I like to think my opinion didn’t change by the tenth. But by then I was already part of the family, and had learned to smile at the predictability of it, like everyone else.
As a kallah, I flew to my husband’s hometown for an extended Shabbos. On Friday morning, as my father-in-law was leaving for work, my mother-in-law called out an urgent, “Wait!” and rushed to the front door.
“Hashem yishmorcha mikol ra, yishmor es nafshecha…” I heard her murmur. “Hashem yishmor tzeis’cha u’vo’echa mei’atah ve’ad olam …”
Wow, I remember thinking. That’s so beautiful. She does that, like, every day?
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