I think of my grandparents, who left for America knowing they were cutting themselves off forever -- they'd never see their parents again, never hear their voices. And now -- look what happened just yesterday. In the morning Ben skyped from Los Angeles, whole family, Nathan wanted me to show him some snow.
And in the evening, someone set up a laptop and I was there in Manhattan, watching Dov and Connie arrive from Vancouver, joining in the brochas over the candles (that's the picture I should have taken; it was lovely) and then virtually (meaning of that word has changed btw) sitting at the dinner table.
The conversation was a lot more lively than this snap of my screen looks (I show up as the ghostly bit up in the corner.) The kids will take all this for granted, but I'll never cease being amazed at what a world we live in. No problem that I couldn't actually eat -- I don't really like latkes anyhow.