Bonus points if you can identify the title reference.
I feel incredibly refreshed and happy and loved. I now have a shiny colorful certificate (for anyone curious, I did finally settle on Sarah Na’ama as my Hebrew name) that will get put on the wall at some point. The beit din was, as promised, much less scary than it sounds. I am still startled at the phenomenon of people who are not my mother liking things that I write. I think the special-ness of the mikveh was enhanced by the fact that I’m pretty sure I haven’t been in that much water since taking the swim test at Bryn Mawr freshman year. I’m just not really a water person, especially when the options for being in large amounts of water don’t usually come in “warm”. So I stepped in and it was like, “What is this strange sensation of bouyancy? Oh, right. That would be what being in water up to one’s chest normally feels like.” Apparently my natural tendency to sink is useful in this situation. Ben has made me an amazing object:
He burned the letters into the wood by heating paperclips over the stove. Best boyfriend ever.
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