It’s Hanukkah. That alone would make this week special.
Hanukkah means amazing donuts.
It means lovely dinners with friends and their hanukkiot.
It means giant outdoor candle lightings.
It means breaking in my little Jerusalem-bought hanukkiah.
But most importantly, it means time with my family, who flew halfway across the world to spend the end of Hanukkah with me.
It is almost shabbat, and it is Hanukkah, and I get to share both with these people I love so much. This week’s blessing doesn’t require words. It’s right here.