Friday, June 5, 2009

Legitimate!

Hi everyone!

Ezra here. Proud to say my  parents have finally taken the plunge, 9 1/2 months after I was born, and tied the knot. Not that they seemed to feel much shame about my out-of-wedlock status - check out the save-the-date card they sent to all the invitees (see left). But I think I can speak for them when I say we're all happy to now be one family in the eyes of the law (and the laws of Moses and Israel, for that matter). 

Sunday, May 24, 2009, was the big day in Santa Fe at the Randall Davey Audubon Center. The fun started with our walk down the aisle. First Uncle Josh and Aunt Lisa carried the chuppah, followed by "Godfather" John Bickar and Aunt Katy, then Dad and Grandma Cheri and Grandpa John (aka "the rebbe"), then cousins Carly and Jaden scattering rose petals... and then it was my turn! (Oh yeah, along with Mom and Grampy Mickey and Grammy Andi, who carried me). I decided to turn on my star power and show off my Princess Di wave, which, if I say so myself, left everyone in hysterics. 

Then it was lots of blah-blah about love and commitment and stuff. Copious Cheerios kept me occupied while I sat on Grandma Cheri's lap. And then... the moment everyone had waited for! I, the ringbearer, presented the rings (safety-pinned to me in a little pouch hand-crocheted by Cipora Katz, a Holocaust survivor Dad interviewed for a story). It was hard to resist the urge to rip the pouch off my clothes and put the rings in my mouth, but somehow I restrained myself. 
Other highlights of the day included bouncing around in an inflatable bouncy house the 
babysitter Jessica thoughtfully brought, being passed from relative to relative and friend to friend and stranger to stranger, watching Mom and Dad get lifted up on chairs during the hora, playing in the flowerbed and mucking up my white clothes, and falling asleep in Aunt Lisa's arms. All in all, it was a pretty magical day. And now - even though we're not quite sure this can be applied retroactively - I think we can all agree I deserve the title of "legitimate."

1 comment:

Rabbi John Spitzer said...

Dear Ezra, you were legitimate the moment you came to be! Perhaps a little unexpected, but legitimate and loved.

We have a daughter-in-law!!!
Grandpa J