I met him when I was 17 years old...he walked into the room and I remember the very first thing he said to me.
I had heard his name the year before - from my sister, who thought I should meet him...it didn't happen and she flew off to Israel (my dream) to spend her junior year abroad, while I started college.
The minute he said his name, something clicked.
We talked for a long time and within a few months, on my 18th birthday, began dating.
He was so different from anyone else I had ever met.
There are sides of him in our children - the need to figure things out, the good heart, wanting to help others.
Thirty years seems like so long when you say the number and it seems like such a short time when you think about how fast the time went.
Amira is home with her husband and son;
Elie is home with his wife and their new baby daughter.
Davidi is in school; Aliza upstairs taking a shower.
For the past few months, she has spent hours and hours creating a photo presentation of our lives - it brought us to tears as we sat and watched it.
Look how our babies have grown, look what we have built.
God has blessed us - over and over again - with our children, those born to us and those we have adopted. With three more that have come into our family and now two grandchildren.
I can't think right now beyond this moment.
I started physical therapy on my shoulder today - Lazer has been so helpful and supportive.
He's arranged pillows, helped me reach things, get things, done so much.
Marriage isn't easy - the best things in life aren't.
We don't always get it right but I just have to look at him to know that he's the one for me.
So, congratulations to me and to the wonderful man I married, to our children and our grandchildren. Thirty years...wow.