I don’t know if surreal is really the right word for it, but yesterday, I attended the bar mitzvah of the son of one of my closest and “oldest” friends from high school.

JS was great, to watch him on the bima was so impressive, I know how proud his parents and family were. I know how hard he studied Hebrew, the prayers, his haftorah portion, the speech he wrote. It’s not easy to get up there in front of not only family and members of the congregation, but your friends and at 13, that can be really tough. He was a rock star.

The surreal part was the fact that I’ve known JS since before he was born, his mom was pregnant with him at my wedding! I met him in person a few weeks after he was born, can you believe it? And here I am 13 years later watching this young man take responsibility and become a man.

So many emotions; love, pride, old, when did that happen? I know I’m grown up, sort of, I realized that I’ve known his mom for almost 30 years! What!

Surreal…what else can I say?