Each year is unique, and each year brings it surprises. Last year, in the days preceding Rosh Hashanah, we held the infant Bina Mazel in our arms and celebrated her Simchat Bat (Baby Naming). A year later, in the days following her first birthday, we sat in Nomi and Keith’s living room together watching her scoot around the room. I was reminded of days long ago when we struggled to keep up with her mother as a non-stop toddler. Bina wants to explore everything; toys, books and dolls; but also paper cups, pieces of lint, and Milo’s (the dog) eyes and inner ears. Like both of her parents, she is drawn to music and shakes her hands and tush to the same Raffi songs we shared with our children. Like her Zayde (grandfather) she is a two-fisted eater, and, for instance, armed with an avocado slice in one hand and a sliver of pizza in the other she relishes her meals. She is a great blessing, and her grandparents, aunts and uncles are smitten. We are all in her orbit. 5778 ended