As you may know, and for those of you that don't yet, (having not read all the way back to my darker days when I started this blog..although don't waste your time, I wasn't that dramatic back than). I am in an interfaith marriage. My husband is Jewish, I Lutheran.
I come from a small town (where we're now living) where pretty much everyone knows my families name. Mix that with Athletic Football brothers, and you can imagine, people know my maiden name. I love it here. However, this town has more churches in it than you can imagine. We're known for the church on every corner. There is not one temple-not one.
My Bigdogg was born and raised in Miami, Florida. Raised in a Jewish household by his mom, he grew up in an ENTIRE different world than I. But we work. We mix. We battled our storms, and we've learned to navigate through our special world. We love talking to each other on the phone. We miss each other even if ones gone for a day. We love going to sleep at the same time. We manage the household equally. He will and does wash floors, laundry, bath the kids. I will mow the lawn, manage the finances on the money that he's working hard for, and repair toilets.
I'm sure there are few out in this blogging world- and it's okay if you feel that way, you're entitled to your opinion-that think this isn't proper living arrangements. Especially if it comes down to faith.
We embrace our differences. I support him, he supports me. I learn and embrace his Jewish faith, as he does mine. There are times when I have to remind him when Passover is.
I research, I ask questions. I want my children to learn that even in differences people can Co-Exist. I know from both faith standpoints we're going against the "Spoken Word." But who's to say that's the truth? We don't know what G-d's thinking. (If that's your beliefs)
So, back to the questions. My father in law (Bigdogg's step dad) is from Israel. He speaks Hebrew fluently. His family still lives In Israel.
On our last visit to Florida, we had Saba (Grandpa) teaching the boys how to say good night in Hebrew:
"LILAH TOV!!" (sounds like: lye-lah tohv)
When Bigdogg was in Florida last weekend for his sisters engagement party we called him on his cell phone so our boys could say goodnight to him and everyone there. I had prepped the boys prior to the phone call saying, "Now we're going to call everyone so you can say goodnight to them. But you have to say goodnight in Hebrew."
Calling Bigdogg, he turns on the speaker option on his cell phone so that everyone could hear the boys wish their aunt a happy Mazel Tovs as well as to say their 'good nights' to everyone.
Sullivan arrives at bat to speak first:
"Sullivan, say Good night in Hebrew," I say to him.
(Silence on the other end of the phone, everyone has stopped to listen to my boys share their bedtime goodnights to everyone...)
Sulli turns his face to the phone, opens up his heart shaped lips and says,...
I could have fallen off the bed and buried myself.
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I think I'd be best to just stick with "regular goodnights" from now on.