Divine providence everywhere…

You can see Divine providence in a drop of water falling on a leave.

In a butterfly coming to hide in your house during night.

In finding a genial doctor able to cure a hopless illness.

In finding a classmate on the same flight to New York after 25 years you have not seen her.

In wearing the same dress as the one worn by the woman sitting next to you in a party.

In having the chance to know wondreful people when your hope in humanity in slightly going down.

You can see Divine providence in finding in Italy, after three weeks of desperate research, a woman who is ready to sew your daughter’s wedding dress in the short time, in the extreme conditions, only Russian American dress makers were ready to do.

In meeting that woman in a fair where the only nice boot was hers. Where people going around seemed escaped from jail. Where they forced you to pay the ticket only because you could not print the subscription at home.

In speaking with that woman and finding out she has just lost her husband three weeks ago. Drying her tears while trying to keep yours deep in your eyes. Trying to comfort her for the saddest lost of her life and thinking that fate was really cruel with her. Making her mourn the love of her life between wedding gowns and bridal veils.

You can see Divine providence during a normal week day in which your major trouble is to find something your daughter can wear for her special day. A Divine providence that, on your way back home, just makes you smile among tears and ask from G-d: Please make that for the next 120 years all the troubles of my family and mine will be only about wedding gowns and chiffons, matching shoes and the right color ink for the invitations…

That was easy…

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From: gheula.canarutto@sdabocconi.it
Date: Tue, 11 Oct
To:Anna
Subject: that was easy

Dear Anna,
I just wanted to thank you. Yesterday, when I met you in the pizza store, I did not think it would be so useful. I mean, I really liked it. But I thought it was only for fun. I didn’t think it could have magic powers. But it does. I was parking yesterday. In a very narrow place. After 5 minutes of sweating and swearing I will go around Milan only riding buses, I could do it. I parked my car. In the same instant in which I turned the key and I prepared to get down from the car a voice came from my bag: that was easy. I burst into the biggest laugh of the last month making people who were walking on the sidewalk think I just came out from a bar maybe having too much wine. Today I called an important person which can really help me with a project of mine. She was so kind with me, so ready to help me, I was really surprised. It was months I wanted to call her. It took two minutes to realize that it was not so hard. Or, as your present shouted in the room, after I invited it to express its opinion: That was easy. No, believe me, everything is but easy. Dressing nine people for a wedding, thinking about what they will wear during all the parties (sheva brachot) after the wedding, organizing singer, players, flowers, invitations (in three languages), guests, hotel rooms, car rentals, food (this I need to remember should be prepared every day, not only for the wedding…), managing daily children problems, giving them attention, finding time for a special hug is NOT easy. But, Anna, you are right. When I reach a goal I push on your special box. And the voice that exclaims loud: that was easy, reminds me, that after all, people get married every day and no child appeared in underwear in his sister’s wedding, no bride arrived to the her special day wearing a jeans skirt, no guest found tables without tableclothes in the wedding hall. Thank you Anna for being there and remind me all of this.

P.s Anna gave me as a present a special red toy that, whenever you push it, it shouts: That was easy! I recomend it to everyone:)

just two choices

my sweet little baby, seeing you coming out from this red curtain, dressed with this soft white fabric,inside this shop for brides, gives me two choices. the first one is just to close my eyes, lean on the chair where i am sitting and just start living my life again. here I am. Nursing you when you are 2 hours old, trying to feed you with healthy vegetables and getting smashed zucchini on my face. waking you up in the morning trying to be stronger than you and not going back to sleep with you. washing away the tears from your face when you fall down during your first biking. clapping my hands for your first piano concert after only two months of lessons. speaking with you on the phone trying to comfort you for being thousands of miles away from home in order to get a better education. kissing you when you baked your first chala during your school holiday. The second choice is just to open my eyes and start realizing that all this is true. that my little baby is grown up (not so much yet, but enough to find a soul mate) ready to fly away frm home towards a new nest leaving her mother with a constant thought: Did I give her all I wanted to? I have no anwer. but only a strong hope.