I can’t remember the last time I spent Sukkot in the shelter of my parents’ home, love, sweet wisdom and caring. Though I know it’s been ages, it feels like yesterday I was playing in the home-made wooden sand-box under the apple-tree and climbing up the pear-tree snipping off sprouts for schach. For decades I served congregations through this holiday; for years my parents came to my sukkah where we took turns holding lulav, etrog…and babies. Now my “babies” lead the blessings and read a bit of Torah teetering on the edge of their “tweens.” I sit in the sukkah’s shade between the generations wondering and wonder-filled, fragile, faithful and oh-so-grateful. May the Sukkah of Shalom shelter us one and all. Chag Sameach.