"When will I have time to tell the story of how you came to us?" I asked the boy, rhetorically, since he did not yet speak English, or even Hebrew.
I could tell he felt bad about all of the care he required, as a newborn.
"How is User-maat-re?" asked Faruq. This is how he insisted upon referring to the boy, as he disapproved of his Zionistic given name.
"And how is the gift of Isis?" he said, meaning the girl.
They were both fine. At that point, they had not yet even reached a positive gestationally corrected age. They were experts in sleeping, eating, some crying, pooping, peeing, and especially farting. It was astounding to think that they could have still been inside the womb, though. Unborn children, I thought.
The girl often looked worried. I loved her even more because of this.
They are beautiful.
Posted by: Jérôme | 15 February 2012 at 03:40
Your children are adorable.
If you will forgive a matter of highly idle curiosity, I presume that you'll be raising the children in the Jewish faith. Was the gestational mother (I am sorely tempted to quip "incubatress," but that would be wrong for too many reasons to enumerate) Jewish or will the children have to be converted or am I simply misinformed on this matter of Jewish religious law and/or custom? One presumes that this exact situation was not addressed in the Torah, but one really does not know.
Posted by: TED | 15 February 2012 at 12:53
Congratulations! This is all wonderful.
Posted by: Dan | 16 February 2012 at 09:45
They are beautiful. And they are going to be SUCH smart-asses. Just look at their father.
Posted by: Gary | 20 February 2012 at 23:07