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The big day

No, not the wedding but a different big day. Today was the day that my future son-in-law became Jewish. We all trooped down to the mikvah for his mid-afternoon conversion.

He met privately with the three rabbis who made up his bet-din/religious court. And then it was time for him to immerse in the mikvah. Soon, although it felt like a lifetime to me, he emerged, Jewish.


My daughter and her intended have eaten many Shabbat and holiday dinners with us over the years. When I realized that this relationship was a serious thing I began giving my daughter's beloved the same antique Russian silver cup to use for Kiddush week after week. A couple of years ago my daughter and I were setting the table for a holiday meal and I said: " When he converts, the cup is his."

Today, I polished up that cup and brought it with me to the mikvah.

There it is in the striped bag that he is holding as he reads the conversion certificate.


There are many more wonderful days that await us.
זֶה הַיּוֹם עָשָׂה ה', נָגִילָה וְנִשְׂמְחָה בוֹ

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  1. YoninaJanuary 17, 2018 at 9:53 PM

    Mazal tov! May you all celebrate many happy times together and may he use his new kiddush cup for many, many years!

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    1. Sarah JacobsJanuary 17, 2018 at 10:17 PM

      Yonina, thank you. I feel sentimental thinking about how long we know one another, not quite fifty years.

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  2. Betsey KuziaJanuary 17, 2018 at 10:01 PM

    How wonderful! I am going to meet my son’s future mother in law in about 2 weeks. Big changes for all of us!!

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  3. UnknownJanuary 17, 2018 at 10:43 PM

    סימן טוב ומזל טוב❤❤❤❤

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  4. NBHJanuary 17, 2018 at 11:21 PM

    מזל טוב
    Beautifully written. Love to Dena and I hope for the opportunity to meet her beloved before too long!

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    1. Sarah JacobsJanuary 18, 2018 at 10:57 PM

      He has an aliya this Shabbat in the big shul, come on down!

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  5. AnnetteJanuary 18, 2018 at 9:54 AM

    Mazal tov to all!

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 18, 2018 at 5:33 PM

    What a precious gift, Sarah. You, the keeper of memories in things made beautifully, extending that whole sense of respect for things precious and so showing that he is also considered precious by you. Enjoy each of these wonderful times together. Make more of these special moments which will become treasured recollections. I am so glad for all of you.

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  7. Nancy KJanuary 18, 2018 at 7:06 PM

    Mazel tov!

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  8. MaryMary86January 19, 2018 at 10:00 AM

    I couldn't read and go on without stopping to say how happy the picture of them so obviously in love made me. I adore your blog and love reading about your life and all you love.

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