Time? It flies. Or maybe it just flies when you don't want it to...or maybe the older you get? Beats me. Kids sometimes complain about things taking forever, and maybe that's just because they know how to really be in a moment wholeheartedly. Anyway, my musings about how time flies is coming from a place of I-can't-believe-it-was-over-a-month-ago-that-I-got-to-spend-time-with-this-sweet-family. I first met Tony and Nicole around ten years ago when I spent six weeks living in Israel with my sister Lori. Lori hit it off with Tony and Nicole, and it's been the sort of friendship that even after Lori left Israel in 2009, they still pick up right where they left off when they see one another. It was only natural to look them up and hang out with them as much as possible for the few days we were in Jerusalem.
One evening we met them for dinner at an old train station that's been converted into a delightful little hotspot for families to hang out, complete with restaurants, vendor booths, shops, and a small stage for events. We snapped a few photos outside before we headed inside the station to let the kids play.
Below: The sibling version of hugging at ages six, four, and two. It was a bit more like tackling, but their hearts were in it, and I'd say that's what matters.
Altogether, it was a splendid evening chasing these little munchkins around the train station. I was thrilled to finally meet the famous Daniel. He's been blogging for years now and tales of his shenanigans have provided me with hours of entertainment. I was quite looking forward to meeting him. He gave me a giant hug when we met, and I had a genuine fan girl moment. I briefly felt quite special, but he also showered the rest of our crew with hugs (pictured below making Lori's day with his sweetness). This one does know how to work his crowd. Daniel happened to be the lucky one getting swing rides from his dad. Lucas and Raia crashed that party post haste, determined to get in on the action.
Heaven comes in a tiny cup. Or so it would seem.
Partaking of the sacred cream is a responsibility Lucas obviously takes quite seriously.
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