Spring Break

Sparkly Vacation Fingers

The sun is shining, the birds are back, and I just walked through midtown without a jacket and without freezing to death.

Spring is finally here, and that can only mean one thing. Passover is on the horizon.

While not my most favorite holiday on the Jewish calendar, Passover does have a special air about it. Things that are green are coming back, the world is a little bit warmer, and we are being released from winter's icy grip. We can finally leave our houses and enjoy the world that has been covered with snow for much of the past six months, and look ahead to summer fun.

For me, Passover is also about family. It is about getting together and being together for days at a time. About celebrating a holiday with my people; the ones I come from and the ones who only became mine later on. For eight days we will take a breath and give thanks as the seasons change, the world keeps on spinning, and we move ever forward.

This year, I will be dividing Passover in half to spend it with both my family and David's family. And even though the holiday doesn't start until Monday night, my spring break starts tonight.

Because tonight, as the clock strikes midnight, we will be boarding a plane bound for Israel, where we will spend an amazing week on the beautiful beaches of Tel Aviv with David's family before heading to Ohio to spend the second half of the holiday with mine.

I'll be in and out of here sporadically over the next two weeks, but I already can't wait to be back with what I'm sure will be epic vacation tales to tell and many, many pictures to post.

My bags are packed, my beach books are stacked, and my fingernails are painted with silver sparkles.

Vacation, I'm coming for you.