Abbi’s Birthday
“Abbi, it’s your birthday. It’s your special day, and you can have anything you want, sweetheart,” Uri said.
“I want ice cream, on the beach, in Tel Aviv,” Abbi was happy to answer.
So, the two families had to schlep1 from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv to celebrate her birthday. Abbi wanted everyone to be there, and Uri promised her that they would be. I didn’t think it was a good idea, but why would anyone listen to me?
I suggested we be there about an hour before, just the three of us, and then everyone else could join us. Uri liked my idea, so we headed to Tel Aviv early.
We went for a little walk on the beach, singing, running, and throwing sand, and we dipped our feet in the warm, blue-green water of the Mediterranean Sea. We walked barefoot and acted like little kids.
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