Our Grounding Moment


Last night as we sat with Rabbi Berman, I was so exhausted that I was loopy.  My new job at JPS is in my brain all the time and I was having a hard time turning my brain chatter down so that I could pay attention to the most important task at hand.

We were talking ritual.

Rabbi Berman is totally down with our questioning of rituals and our desire to make them our own.  This is exactly why we knew she would be the right fit.  We had so much to talk about and decide upon and I think in the end, we were left with more to ponder than we walked in the door with.  You know.  This is a good thing.

Something that came up, that Lu and I just love, is the idea of a Bedeken.

Now.  Traditionally a Bedeken Ceremony in an Orthodox wedding takes place right before the actual wedding ceremony and is the unveiling of the Bride.  The story here (traditionally speaking) is that the groom should see the bride’s face before the magic happens so that he doesn’t marry the wrong woman—Like how Jacob married Leah accidentally when he meant to marry Rachel in Genesis:29

So.  Not only is this custom out of date and totally weird, but you wouldn’t even think that it could be a positive thing—a spiritual moment–the connotation that the woman would be trying to get over on the man, and that the man is so distrusting of his wife-to-be that he has to check to make sure that she is who she claims to be. Preposterous!  Lu and I are just way too liberal for that!

So Rabbi Berman presented an alternative idea—Let me elaborate.

In the weeks leading up to the wedding, Lu and I will be hectic.  Crazy, pull out your hair, yell at each other, and maybe even start drinking-hectic.  We will be making last minute plans, gathering family, and working to make our wedding, a wedding.  On the big day there will be getting dressed and taking pictures and decorating and flower arranging.  We will be totally hectic right up until the moment when we stand there-under the huppah– and look into each other’s eyes.

So why not make THAT our bedeken?

As Lu and I meet, for the first time, under the huppah, on our nuptial day, we will take a moment.  We will be silent and we will ground ourselves.  We will be sure that we are there completely; leaving behind all of the hectic life that was the wedding-prep and we will unveil each other by taking a breath.  By looking into each others eyes and be sure that we are there with each other and for each other.

We know that we can only remain in silent meditation for a few moments without causing our guests to stir.  But with any hope, the moment will feel like an eternity.  It will be the most calming, grounding, humbling moment that a couple could ask for.

I for one am looking forward to that little break.


Happy Birthday RAIDEN!


As I sit here on the eve of our son, Raiden’s first birthday all that I can think about is how good Lu and I have it.

We met so long ago that I can’t actually imagine life without her in it.  It’s amazing how quickly someone binds themselves to you and intertwines with every aspect of your life.  It’s almost as if we have grown up together, which in essence, we have.

In our first year of parenting we have learned to really lean on and support each other.  Our relationship has only grown and strengthened.  We have come to terms with our differences and have learned to love the fact that we are in it together.

We are.  In it together.

When we became pregnant, I was overcome with happiness that Lula was going to be a mother, and that she was going to be a mother to the same child that I would father.  To this day, I couldn’t be happier.

All the time I find myself telling Lu: “I’m so glad it’s you.” I can’t think of anyone that I would rather take this journey with.

Lula: Thank you for being my stronghold.  Thank you for being the best mother that I have ever met.  That you for caring, and thank you for feeling, and thank you (most of all) for being born!  Raiden is lucky.  I am lucky.  We are one lucky family.


Lula and Raiden—on your special day.

This post is for you.

Raiden: Baby boy, Dooker Butt, One-Sock-Block   My son.  My light.  My life.  I know that you are just learning to walk and to talk and to really show us who you are and “I’m so glad it’s you.” You are the best thing to ever happen to us. You amaze us everyday with your strength in body and mind.  You make each moment precious and amazing.  I’m glad that you are our teacher and am honored that we will be able to learn from you for years to come.

I’m so excited that the three of us are embarking on this life together.  Our future is bright.


Rai eating                 Rai Happy

Rai and Lu sleeping     Rai on potty

Rai Splat          Rai, Snakeyes, and Pheonix

Around and Around I Go


It’s a continuous cycle that doesn’t seem to have an end. It’s not Alx’s fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not anyone’s fault.

I just can’t get over that little twinge in the back of my conscience that’s irritated with the whole Jewish wedding thing. I mean, we have already established that the wedding isn’t strictly Jewish. We’ve established that every single minute aspect will be filled with the essence of us. So why is it still bothering me? Well, I think I figured it out. It’s a point that Rabbi Berman brought up in our last meeting but I didn’t put any thought into it at the time. She hit the nail on the head though. She said that milestone events such as weddings cause a plethora of emotions to surface that really have nothing to do with the event; however, the event serves as a platform for the issues to be brought forth. Okay, either she is psychic or just that damn good.

What are the issues you ask? Where do I even start. Well, you know that perfect family set-up, Leave It to Beaver style? That’s Alx’s family except much, much cooler. They are the most tight-knit family that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Now this isn’t a bad thing. This is an absolutely fantastic thing. I love it. I love that our son, Raiden, will grow up with that.

So what’s the issue then? The issue is that my family is the opposite of that. We love each other but we are not close by any means. It isn’t for a lack of trying but we grew up with a tough love kind of dad. There wasn’t much hugging, pat-on-the-back kind of stuff going on. My mom grew-up in a traditional Japanese household where emotions and physical affections just aren’t a part of the family structure. To top it all off, my dad was in the military so we moved about every four years. Putting it bluntly, my brothers and I had no issues with packing-up, skipping town, and none of us have ever looked back. Until now.

Now, I’m looking back. I’m looking back at the missed opportunities of intimacy with my family. How does this pertain to the wedding you ask?

Well, it has everything to do with the wedding on an emotional level. I want what Alx has always had and always will have with his family. I am close with his family but let’s face it, it’s totally not the same. It doesn’t fill that longing void in the pit of my heart that bleeds because my family missed out on Rai’s first everything while Alx’s family has been there for all of it. Frankly, I’m down right jealous at times about Alx’s family intimacy and solid cultural background. It makes his aspects of our wedding pretty straight forward. I’m proud of my heritage, my diversity, even my complete fractured randomness but how do you make all of those pieces into something tangible and wedding ready?

This is my issue. This is why I’m going around and around and around with no end in sight. My pragmatic logical self tells me that it is an unwarranted fear and that all will be well. However, my somewhat schizophrenic emotional self obsesses over those fragmented pieces of me and worries that they won’t stack up. I’m thinking that Rabbi Berman has some work cut out for her. Thank the powers that be that she’s psychic and damn good.

We found our Rabbi!


Many people have asked us why we wanted a Rabbi instead of a justice of the peace or a non-denominational minister.  And I think that I would like to try to answer the question:

Have you ever just felt inside that something needed to be a certain way?  Maybe it was because of your upbringing or maybe it was because of your education.  But you just knew in your heart of hearts that if it wasn’t done that way that it would not feel as complete as you needed it to be.  Well.  I have just always known that I would be married by a Rabbi. This put Lu in a tough spot and I think added to the depth of our quest. I’ve felt that a Rabbi would be most amenable to the soul searching and thought that we sensed should be present in our wedding ceremony.  That is not to say that a non-denominational minister wouldn’t do just as good of a job.  I mean.  My own mother, Miki Young, is a non-denominational minister who often officiates at interfaith ceremonies.  And she is AWESOME.  I just feel better trusting this most important moment in our lives to a Rabbi.  It’s just important to me.

Our search for her was not as easy as we would have liked and I think much of it had to do with us in the end:

First, my need to have a Rabbi didn’t make it easy for Lu.  She was totally great in understanding why it was important to me, (and I think she often understood my need better than I did.) but I didn’t give her much of a choice in the matter.  The best that we could do was totally agree, 100%, without question, who the Rabbi was.

And second, we really felt that we needed someone who would help us to create a ceremony that was totally ours.  Someone that we really felt would go through each step of the process, piece by very piece, to help us discover how we could own the ceremony.  We were looking for someone who could make me feel like I was having a meaningful Jewish ceremony and allow Lu to have a ceremony that suited her and wasn’t too bogged down with customs that she couldn’t relate to.  Well.  We found her.


You read right.  We found her!

Rabbi Marjorie Berman just stepped into our life with a bang and we couldn’t be happier.  Our quest was long, but it was totally worth it.  It took some persistence and some real thought, but I am positive that we couldn’t have made a better choice.  She is thoughtful and smart and nice and really knows how to get down into it; deep inside.  She asks questions that really make you think about who you are both as an individual and in the relationship.  She is energetic and funny and she cares as much as we do about current politicsHer library is bigger than ours and you can tell in the first minute of conversation the reason that she pursued the rabbinate.

Rabbi Berman couldn’t be better suited to us.  We have only had two meetings with her and we already feel like we are on the path to making our day more meaningful for us.  We are closer to creating a template on which to base our home and our life together.

And truthfully.

We couldn’t be happier.