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L'shanah tova - It's Rosh Hashanah. My first Rosh Hashanah. I'm a recovering Catholic (RC). The boyz in my life, Sam and Adam, are Jewish. Their father is also a recovering Catholic. Their mother, Beth, converted to Judaism, I believe she was exploring her father's faith (he's Jewish). Faith has been an important part of my journey, and I hope that I can help encourage the boyz to continue the journey their mother started.
I will have you know that the whole dinner idea was Denise's. Denise is a free-range fireball of positive energy. I have to laugh - she suggested celebrating with a meal together and next asking what stuff they should bring over on Sunday...she's a smooth one. When dinner was served, it grew to include 4 families - 6 kids and 6 adults. Like the miracle of all great meals, enough food and wine and dessert was found and had by all. Many thanks to my Facebook Advisors and Allrecipes.com in identifying the menu and an appropriate brisket recipe!
We started the day with our 2nd annual (race's 5th) Ovarian Cancer 5k.
The whole fam completed the 5k this year. Even Adam did the full course completing his FIRST 5k - last year we did our own walk through the woods and back to the finish. Sam also shattered last year's time by about 8 minutes coming in just under 40 minutes this year. I felt a little like Jillian Michaels coaching him (perhaps torturing him) on....we would jog/trot for two minutes and then walk one minute. The boy is 6'2" and it seems like with one long John Cleese stride, he could easily surpass 5 of my little steps. When we turned on to Highland, I suggested he could report me to Child Protective Services for abuse...he got a good laugh out of it and started to tease me for abusing him. Sam was also amused that he finished before his 6th grade gym teacher.
The race attracted about a thousand runners this year - was tough to see so many families who are touched by ovarian cancer. Beth fought it for about 8 years.
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Denise lead the lessons, Sophie shared her Shofar (ram's horn), and only Sam was able to get a good blat out of it -
Food was spread over the counters - and well -eventually - the floor. Boxes and bags of things still needing a home lined the dining room - and there was a sense of just winging it and "someday" doing it right. But then I realized- no - this was the day. This was the celebration and it was just as right as it could be. The kids had a blast at their table while the adults sat in the next room sipping good wine and marveling at all the dishes that were brought together. Hope the boyz will remember a Rosh Hashanah full of laughs, friends and love. Happy New Year.
L'shanah tova - It's Rosh Hashanah. My first Rosh Hashanah. I'm a recovering Catholic (RC). The boyz in my life, Sam and Adam, are Jewish. Their father is also a recovering Catholic. Their mother, Beth, converted to Judaism, I believe she was exploring her father's faith (he's Jewish). Faith has been an important part of my journey, and I hope that I can help encourage the boyz to continue the journey their mother started.
I will have you know that the whole dinner idea was Denise's. Denise is a free-range fireball of positive energy. I have to laugh - she suggested celebrating with a meal together and next asking what stuff they should bring over on Sunday...she's a smooth one. When dinner was served, it grew to include 4 families - 6 kids and 6 adults. Like the miracle of all great meals, enough food and wine and dessert was found and had by all. Many thanks to my Facebook Advisors and Allrecipes.com in identifying the menu and an appropriate brisket recipe!
We started the day with our 2nd annual (race's 5th) Ovarian Cancer 5k.
The whole fam completed the 5k this year. Even Adam did the full course completing his FIRST 5k - last year we did our own walk through the woods and back to the finish. Sam also shattered last year's time by about 8 minutes coming in just under 40 minutes this year. I felt a little like Jillian Michaels coaching him (perhaps torturing him) on....we would jog/trot for two minutes and then walk one minute. The boy is 6'2" and it seems like with one long John Cleese stride, he could easily surpass 5 of my little steps. When we turned on to Highland, I suggested he could report me to Child Protective Services for abuse...he got a good laugh out of it and started to tease me for abusing him. Sam was also amused that he finished before his 6th grade gym teacher.
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| Adam finishes his first 5K |
The race attracted about a thousand runners this year - was tough to see so many families who are touched by ovarian cancer. Beth fought it for about 8 years.
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Tonight,
as we finally sat down to eat - it was a pretty great Rosh Hashanah.
In all of our fumbling to put all the traditions out for the meal, we
worked through Beth's books on Jewish Traditions.
Food was spread over the counters - and well -eventually - the floor. Boxes and bags of things still needing a home lined the dining room - and there was a sense of just winging it and "someday" doing it right. But then I realized- no - this was the day. This was the celebration and it was just as right as it could be. The kids had a blast at their table while the adults sat in the next room sipping good wine and marveling at all the dishes that were brought together. Hope the boyz will remember a Rosh Hashanah full of laughs, friends and love. Happy New Year.
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