Ahh, I remember it well. The day we actually made aliyah, fifteen years ago. We took a night flight hoping our very active two year old son would sleep for most of the way (didn't work). When we finally made our descent, I pushed the little cutie to drink as much as possible so that his ears wouldn't hurt. As the wheels touched down at Ben Gurion airport and we felt the euphoria of "Yes, we are finally home!", my son took the opportunity to throw up all over my skirt. I remember thinking to myself, is this the way it is going to be?
Truth be told, that is the way it is. Moments of unbelievable euphoria and a contentment that is indescribable, punctuated by some nasty surprises, and with a lot of mundane stuff in between.
Sort of like marriage, or raising kids, or that fantastic career that has its ups and downs....but that you wouldn't change for the world.
I have a lot of good posts to put up tomorrow - Snoopythegoon, Abbagav, and Treppenwitz have joined in the fun, and Jameel and the Purple Parrot have promised me that it will be in by tomorrow...