I took this picture this past Sunday as my car sped along the Henry Hudson Parkway at sunrise, heading towards LaGuardia Airport.
It's a beautiful blur, much like the last two weeks have been.
And today at noon, I will get back in the car for one more trip to the airport, and at 2:30 I will board a plane heading back to Cleveland to spend the weekend with family and friends to celebrate my sister's new baby boy.
For two seconds I considered skipping this weekend, since it meant another flight, more time away from work, and a third trip in two weeks. But then my mom said something to me, something that has stuck in my head ever since.
"You have to celebrate simchas"
(loosely translated in English as "happy things")
And she is so incredibly right. So much can go wrong in a lifetime, that when good things happen, it is our privilege and our responsibility to celebrate them.
So this afternoon I will fly to Cleveland, hug my sister again, play with my niece, and cuddle my nephew. I will smile and laugh with my family, and gather around this brand new life that has graced us.
You have to celebrate simchas. And this weekend, we will.