The eighth day
Today was the eighth day. Today was the bris, the brit milah, the big snip — the ceremonial circumcision of Ben. I slept poorly last night, both anxious about the day’s events and reflecting on their profound relevance to my life.
Parents and grandparents blessing Ben and Ella |
Maddy and Ella (left)and Grandpa Hal and Jay tending to Ben (right) |
By the time of the event, I was a father bursting with pride and joy. My precious little boy was well-mannered and brave as he underwent the procedure. And my sweet little girl was calm and serene as the community welcomed her.
I cannot remember a better week in my life. Everything has changed and will change more. I am so in love with those babies.
Here is a little video piece of us coming home from the hospital earlier this week. It is entitled: We’ll Take Two.