כלה השבת שלי

     Winter, in her pure majesty, has finally melted away. Rain pitter-patters on my window. I have always related seasons to my own growth, in with one, out with the other... full circle: a new year, a new me. Growth, as spring has almost sprung, makes me think about the growth spurt I have just experienced over a short two days. I have finally kept my first shabbos. Here I say this, not because I didn't mess up (I accidently turned off a light), but because I felt a higher sense of peace. The Kallah finally came.