It’s been a long time since I’ve done some daddy-blogging. So allow me to let you in on a mini-epiphany I had earlier today.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror while shaving\putting on make-up\brushing your teeth and so on, and then just stop for a second, look at yourself a bit closer, and feel like you’re kind of looking inside yourself?
I hope that doesn’t sound weird. It doesn’t happen to me often, just every once in a while. So, just to make sure I’m not cuckoo, I asked Karen if it’s ever happened to her, and she said it has. It’s almost as if you feel for a split second that you know yourself a bit better, a bit deeper. The only thing that I can think of to maybe express it better, is what people who practice Buddhism call “awareness”. That’s what I feel, some sort of awareness.
Earlier today, all four of us (Me, Karen, Emma and Lea) went to a wedding of a former Haaretz colleague of mine. Later on, after the food, Emma and I were fooling around on the dance floor.
At one moment, I bent down to pick her up, and she looked at me. We were both looking at each other’s eyes, and that’s when I got that feeling again.
But it wasn’t like I was seeing deep down into Emma’s soul or anything. Nope. Actually, it felt exactly how it feels when I get one of those moments looking at MYSELF in the mirror.
That moment made me feel closer to Emma than I’ve ever felt before.
Yeah, I hugged her alright.