Eleven years ago, I was married and I lived in a house that I named Beit Balagan, which means "the house of happy chaos" in Hebrew. I had it spelled out in rainbow plastic letters, little magnets stuck to the front door, because I wanted it to be true, even though it never was. And then tonight, I was sitting at the end of the table, people were laughing and telling stories, and the baby was dropping smushed-up chunks of banana on the floor, and the kids were rolling around in the living room, and the table was a mess of homemade challah and butter and salt and candy wrappers and plates of half-eaten food and all of a sudden I remembered the rainbow plastic magnets on the door and thought, here I am.
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