As I sit here contemplating these words, Jewish people all over the world are preparing for the days of awe, ten days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kipppur in which we reflect upon the year that has passed. This is a time for reflection. A time to ruminate. A time to pull out our proverbial "scorecard" and to be honest with ourselves and God about the things we could have done better, the hurt that we might have purposely or inadvertently caused others, and most importantly, what we can do to repair our relationships with each other and the world. On Rosh Hashanah, we celebrate the new year. We attend synagogue. We pray, and we spend time with family and friends. Apples and honey are often eaten as a symbolic way of hoping for a sweet New Year. It is a time of celebration. Ten days later, on Yom Kippur, we fast, we attend synagogue, we pray that God will forgive us our wrongs and we pray that we will be inscribed in The Book of Life for another year. Yom Kippur is also known as "the day of atonement". It is a very serious day on which we are required to make repairs and right wrongs. On Rosh Hashanah it is written, on Yom Kippur it is sealed. It is a hugely meaningful time for Jewish people. For us, these are the most important days of the year. Even Jews who are not religious usually attend temple, as well as observe the meaning of these days.
And what I did not know at the time, but I do know now, is that I would be marrying a man who could receive an antique silver bible in the mail, not really concerning himself too much about the origins of this mysterious gift. I, on the other hand, like to solve the riddle. While I contemplate, he accepts. While I analyze, he concedes. While I delve in, he hangs back waiting patiently to find out whether or not I will need his back-up. And if I need him to back me up, well then it is definitely time to get out of the way!
Looking back over the past twenty-six plus years, I have come to the realization that Mark is my perfect fit, and I am his. We have grown up together. We have transformed one another. We have created an impeccable fit. My head fits perfectly into the crux between his neck and collarbone when we hug. I would know the rhythm of his heartbeat anywhere. We often think the same thoughts and say the same words at the same time. September 9, 1984 was only one of the best days of my life. One of many. Oh so many.
Happy Anniversary, my love. The ying to my yang. The cookie to my milk. The other half of my heart. And there is no riddle as to why someone would want to pass along their prayer book to you, anonymously or not. Because you are that kind of man. Humble and kind and a true mensch.
In your eyes...
And to all who honor me by stopping by and taking the time to spend a moment or two in my little corner of the world, whether Jewish or not, I pray for your health. I pray for your joy. I pray for your wellness. L'Shana Tovah-For a Good Year.
PS-And yes, it is very appropriate to say Happy Rosh Hashanah or Happy New Year to your Jewish friends. Thank you for asking, Kim-D, dear one:) On Yom Kippur, an appropriate sentiment would be to say, "May you be sealed."