This past weekend I traveled to Georgia for a family baby naming. A baby naming, for anyone who doesn't know, is a Jewish ceremony in which a baby girl is given her Hebrew name. This is typically held at temple but back in the day our rabbi made house calls. Here we are (in our living room) at Baby Perri's naming many moons ago.
That's me in the headband!
Baby N's naming, however, was held in a beautiful and very old Southern synagogue.
It was love at first sight. She is a chip off the old blog (pun intended) and we got along famously.
I was only in Georgia for 48 hours (I flew in and out of Florida so that I could accompany Nana and co. for the car ride) but Baby N and I got to spend lots of quality time together. I'm so grateful.
My partner in crime for the weekend was my cousin and dear friend Julie, who writes a blog about her life with Chron's Disease and how she's kicking its ass! I'm so proud of her. Truly an inspiration.
Those of you who follow me on Twitter probably feel like you've met Nana by now through all my #nanatweets! She was a beaming great-grandmother and I'm so very happy we were able to get her there for this milestone.
The JBIWC is wearing Ralph Lauren, in case you were wondering.
What a fabulous weekend with some of my very favorite people. I'm so sad it's over but so thankful for the time. We need to do it more often. Life is too short.