There’s a great Yiddish word for it: nachas.
I bet Chelsea Clinton heard that word today. She walked down the aisle right around the same time my son Daniel walked down the aisle of a plane— and onto American soil for the first time in 6 months.
For Daniel’s dad and me, our reunion provided as much joy as the Clinton wedding——for a lot less money.. It cost me only the gas to drive to Los Angeles airport.
For several reasons, (for one thing, July is finally over) I’ve been too superstitious to write about Daniel’s homecoming— until it actually happened.
Having time with him and Alli, who joined us—-is all the nachas I could ask.