This past Shabbat our congregation was looking for any and all blessings. It had been a hard week, burying a much beloved member whose daughter had celebrated her wedding just the Friday afternoon before. We are all concerned about friends and relatives on the East Coast (more about that later). We needed something to celebrate. We found it in the eyes of our youth when we hosted PJ Shabbat for our youngest members. We said shehechianu for losing a first tooth, for tasting a first tomato, even for fixing the rabbi’s bathroom, a first in more than six years. On Shabbat morning I sat in a pew next to my daughter as the Men’s Club led the entire service, P’sukei D’Zimra through Musaf. Someone read Torah, someone else gave a D’var Torah and I sat next to my daughter. For some on the bimah for the first time, it was a shehechianu moment. For me, the shehechianu was for seeing the beautiful calligraphed Men’s Club Haftarah Scroll. It is also in empowering lay leaders to be confident davenners and shlichim tzibbut, messengers of the congregation leading prayer. In a week full of uncertainty it is good to remember that life continues and to celebrate the small things, a tooth, a tomato, a toilet or a Torah. We are still here. We are still alive.