I call my wife Wonder Woman in these posts. She doesn’t wear anything remotely similar to the tight clad heroine to your left, nor is she into golden lasos of truth or invisible jets. But the way she raises our two children, Gilad and Shoshana, manages to keep up a household, and still have time to be the incredible wife she is must mean she has some kind of superpowers.
We met at her parent’s Shabbat Dinner table. The story actully began six months prior when a blue haired punk of a teenager walked into the kungfu school where I taught classes.
To be continued ….