So proud of myself

I went to my first-ever Friday night Shabbat service this evening. I'm not Jewish and I know only five words or so in Hebrew and it's only the third time I've ever been to the synagogue, so my goal for the evening was to get lost as little as possible during the service. (The prayer book has some of the Hebrew transliterated into the Latin alphabet, but not all of it.) So imagine my surprise when a woman who I know has never seen me in the synagogue before asked me what page we were on -- and I knew the right answer. (Page 114, for those of you who are curious.)

It's the small victories in life that count...