To “kvell” is to beam inwardly, on your face, too. To see all that is right. It is the opposite of “kvetch”. It’s a Yiddish word.
I kvell, feel proud of my kids, just admiring their beauty, noting their observations, and awareness of the world, their sweet sensitivity. I gaze, I laugh at their hilarity, their kindness and outrageous senses of humor.
I’m on Kveller, my third post, talking about the beautiful work involved in moving from outsider to friend. I have my rough moments here in Japan. It’s so important for women to feel that they are not alone.