Father’s Day was yesterday and was fantastic. We started the day cheering my father running in the Pikesville 5K and the kids helped him cross the finish line. Marianne and the kids gave me a Habitent for Father’s Day and we set it up after the race. The kids and I played in it for a while and we had a nice Father’s Day lunch with all three generations. I’m excited about using the Habitent with the kids on their first camping trip some time soon.
Kindergarten ended on Thursday and camp hasn’t started yet, so I had planned on taking yesterday (Friday) off from work to watch the kids. Some meetings got scheduled at work that I didn’t want to miss and there was an 8pm deadline to submit a paper to a conference that I am very excited about. My father kindly agreed to take a day of vacation instead of me, which allowed me to get everything done (and more) and gave the kids a fantastic day with their grandfather. They played their first-ever game of mini-golf, went to lunch at Noodles and Company in the mall, and behaved wonderfully all day. I’m always grateful for having such a supportive family; this just seems as good a time as any to share my gratitude.
On a related note, we’re all looking forward to cheering my father on in a 5K tomorrow morning (Father’s Day morning).
Our twins had their last full day of kindergarten yesterday. Normally, the school has a polos-only dress code. Yesterday was a “dress down” day, when they could wear whatever they liked. We told them this and they took us more literally than we intended, describing the shirts they wanted to wear: yellow lightning on a blue shirt and fire on a yellow shirt. We made a project out of it and had some fun with them using felt and hot glue.
After school, we were playing outside and became friends with a black rat snake that was going for a walk on the sidewalk in front of our house.
Today is kindergarten graduation and, soon, summer camp!
Our religious wedding was eight years ago, on June 12, 2011. Over this past weekend, I was talking with my uncle, who is researching biographies of various ancestors. My uncle said that it’s possible to find some of their experiences, but hard to know what they were thinking during those experiences; that people rarely write down their thoughts. This helped validate my recent decision to start this blog, and I have some catching up to do. An anniversary seems a good time to write down some of the details of our wedding.
My wife and I first met on May 29, 2009, at a social for postdoctoral fellows working at the Johns Hopkins University hospital campus. It was sponsored by the postdoctoral association and I had heard about it without seeing the flyer, so I presumed there was no cost to attend and showed up without cash. My wife, a then-stranger who was on the postdoctoral association leadership, covered my cost of entry. She was wearing a necklace with her name transliterated into Hebrew and she had a non-Israeli accent, which got us talking for most of the evening. She invited me to see the movie “Up” in the theater with friends the next day and we discovered we had a friend in common when Jacob arrived. We had our first date a few days later on June 3, 2009. We had our civil wedding in the Towson courthouse on July 2, 2010. The courthouse only allows a few people to attend (my guests were close relatives) and we had our religious wedding ceremony about a year later, which was eight years ago today.
We designed the ketubah ourselves – it’s an infinity symbol (which is also engraved in our wedding rings) with the Orion nebula in the background and the Orion constellation in the infinity itself. My ring was originally the wedding ring of my paternal grandfather’s parents and their initials and marriage year are engraved as well, from when they were married.
We were married by the rabbi of the synagogue my family has been attending since my great-grandparents (my mother’s father’s parents) were founding members. My brothers served as best men and the two maids of honor were my wife’s friends. The chuppah holders were my cousins, my wife’s uncle, and a friend of mine. During the wedding, my grandfather (then 94 years old) sang the Motzi (blessing over the challah bread) and we all sang happy (5th) birthday for my cousin’s daughter.
The wedding and reception were held in the Engineers Club in downtown Baltimore, a short walk from where we lived at the time. We loved the venue for its beauty, for the location, for its engineering identity, and for its history.