Both our girls have plush Torah scrolls that they play with around the house. Sometimes E will grab her scroll and sing the song and march around the house. Sometimes L will grab her scroll and wiggle in place and plead uh? uh? until somebody sings the song for her.
Tonight we had a fugitive in the house. L broke free from her diaper change and made a run for it, stopping only to grab her Torah scroll. It warmed my heart to see that as she streaked by, her older sister leaned in, and very demurely and appropriately, gave it a kiss. Those Saturday mornings are sinking in.
March 3, 2009
Portraits of our daughter, who finds her faith very freeing.
Still, I'm not sure if this fits within the conventional notion of paying honor.