Purim Shaloch Manos from Boston with love!
Homemade matching t-shirts for the whole family-check.
Adorable green themed shaloch manos-check.
Awesome wax and seal we got from Boston winter festival downtown-check.
Me trying not to burn myself-check.
Beautiful wax seals on all the poetry greeting scrolls-check.
I bought red and blue wax because I didn’t have our theme planned at the time. Still so pretty!
Purim Shaloch Manos generally fall into two categories for me. Those years that I quickly threw something together and congratulated myself for fulfilling the mitzvah, and those years that I band together with the creative genius of other family members to really beautify the mitzvah. I hope this year qualifies as the later!
Ok, so for those of you who don’t me. My last name is Greene. I live in Boston, home of the Red Sox. Fenway Park (Red Sox baseball field) has a big, green home run wall that everyone calls the Green Monstah. Oh yeah, and Bostonians have a wicked, cool accent.
I am so proud of my daughter, Chaya, for writing this Purim poem (with only a teeny, weeny bit of help from me)! Shaindel and Yisrael Leib helped pull this off too with hard work baking cupcakes and assembling the shaloch manos. It was really a team effort:-)
Lets try to keep a positive (not competitive) and ruchniyos spirit of Purim going. I listened to an amazing shuir by Rabbi Wallerstein on Torah Anytime yesterday. It really helped me to focus on the meaning of Purim. We want a relationship with Hashem, and we choose Him even when it feels like we are being rejected. Because every last thing that Hashem does is ultimately for the good. That is why Purim will still be celebrated even after Mashiach comes. May we all have the merit to see the good and appreciate it in our lives.