Adam picks me up at 9:30. While we should have had plenty of time to arrive on time, a closed exit (the exit being the one we need) and a relentless downpour contribute to a late arrival. But the rabbi waits for us.
It is a short, joyous ceremony and the star of the show doesn't disappoint. The paparazzi are out in full force.
Chloe is on her best behavior, and seems to enjoy the attention. She is very comfortable sitting in a big chair on the bimah.
My guess is that within a couple of years. she'll be reading Hebrew better than Alexander does now. Her adoring parents are at her side.
Jeannie and Jim have driven up for the day, along with my mom and Jack.
After the ceremony, all the guests drive back to Chloe's grandparents' house. There, we indulge in a feast of food and conversation. It's nice to talk to the adults, but the real focus is of course around the glorious one-year old.
Babies and puppies. Grown adults are reduced to mush around either. On the floor. Shoes off. We ooh and aah as little Chloe plays with some toy requiring a plastic hammer. "Look how smart she is. She knows how to pound." We watch her deftly crawl after the three little dogs who want nothing to do with her. "She crawls so fast, doesn't she?" We laugh when she feeds the dog a biscuit, but only once. "She doesn't like the way the dog grabbed the biscuit out of her hand. She's not going to try that again!" Every action, small or large, is followed by an adult observation.
Babies really are little wonders. It's impossible not to adore them. And Chloe Anabel is no exception. She really is one precious little girl, who will no doubt grow up to become one exceptional woman.
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