On Sunday we went to a Bris, the Jewish ceremony for a baby boy's circumcision. It was a beautiful ceremony full of tradition, heritage, family and friends. One of my favorite things about Judaism is the traditions. I find them fascinating and incredibly inspiring.
One of the great things about being raised in a place like LA is all the different people who fill up your life and your heart.
CM was raised Lutheran and went to a Lutheran elementary school. But, before that, he went to a Jewish preschool (his mom worked there and still does!) The Boy also attended the same preschool for a few months 2 years ago. They both knew 2 of the Hebrew prayers said on Sunday.... amazing.
I was raised Catholic. My Godfather is LDS and my oldest and best friend... Jewish. Right now, our family is looking for it's place in the religious world. We are firmly grounded spiritually, but I'd like The Boy to grow up with a religious identity of some kind. But, that's another post for another time.
God and I speak daily, and he is leading the way. I have complete faith that I will end up exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Having said all that, what I really want to talk about is Shirley Temples... as in the ginger ale & grenadine drink that made you feel all fancy as a child.
On Sunday, The Boy and I had Shirley Temples. We toasted "Mazel Tov" and while everyone else drank their wine, we got all hopped up on that bubbly, red elixir. They were so good. I felt like I was 7 years old and totally fancy. I think I even had my pinky out....for all 3.
I have such fond memories of Shirley Temples.. my sis and I always ordered them when we were out someplace nice. Made us feel super grown up and very sophisticated. I think it's the color. If I could name a crayon, it would be Shirley Temple Red. Or maybe a lipstick. Or nail polish.
I love it when simple things make me giddy. Don't you?
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