As of tomorrow there will be two young "men" in our home and my not-so-little guy will become a Bar Mitzvah. My hope is that these brothers will continue to play wiffle ball in the yard even though they've outgrown its boundaries and still hug one another goodnight for as long as we all remain under one roof. Partners in fun, may they amuse one another for a lifetime of laughs. For to remain playful is to never grow old.
Shine on into Jewish adulthood, sweet Zac. Wishing you Mazel Tov - - with love.