The End of the Huppah
When I summarized our anniversary activities, I forgot one other thing we did that day. M took down the huppah, which had been up in our living room since our wedding. This was not because of any Jewish tradition that would require it to be left up so much as we had no compelling reason to take it down in the first place.
And so, the huppah was up all winter. M put her Christmas tree under the huppah. The Christmas tree was a negotiated compromise, wherein M, who was nominally raised Christian but isn't particularly, supports raising Birdie in the Jewish faith and gets to keep doing her favorite part of the Christmas holiday. I'm not sure it's the only Christmas tree that's ever been under a huppah, but it's certainly only one of a very few. We'd turn on both the tree lights and the electric lights wrapped around the posts of the huppah to illuminate the neighborhood as brightly as any hanukkiah.
When January rolled around, we put our downstairs pack n play under the huppah. This meant that we could distract Birdie by turning on the huppah lights, which when she was very young never failed to distract her for at least a few minutes.
When we originally set up the baby jail last month, it was inconveniently placed in the center of the living room. This was really the main factor that made M decide it was time to take the huppah down. Once the huppah had been broken down into its component pieces, we slid the foam mats and the baby jail into its old location.
M saved all the PVC pipe, tulle, lights and felt flowers for future projects. She's already talking about turning the tulle into a ghost costume for Birdie for Halloween, and the PVC pipe may be repurposed to deliver candy to trick or treaters via a candy slide. Parts of the huppah may thus live forever in M's craft and costuming supplies.
And so, the huppah was up all winter. M put her Christmas tree under the huppah. The Christmas tree was a negotiated compromise, wherein M, who was nominally raised Christian but isn't particularly, supports raising Birdie in the Jewish faith and gets to keep doing her favorite part of the Christmas holiday. I'm not sure it's the only Christmas tree that's ever been under a huppah, but it's certainly only one of a very few. We'd turn on both the tree lights and the electric lights wrapped around the posts of the huppah to illuminate the neighborhood as brightly as any hanukkiah.
When January rolled around, we put our downstairs pack n play under the huppah. This meant that we could distract Birdie by turning on the huppah lights, which when she was very young never failed to distract her for at least a few minutes.
When we originally set up the baby jail last month, it was inconveniently placed in the center of the living room. This was really the main factor that made M decide it was time to take the huppah down. Once the huppah had been broken down into its component pieces, we slid the foam mats and the baby jail into its old location.
M saved all the PVC pipe, tulle, lights and felt flowers for future projects. She's already talking about turning the tulle into a ghost costume for Birdie for Halloween, and the PVC pipe may be repurposed to deliver candy to trick or treaters via a candy slide. Parts of the huppah may thus live forever in M's craft and costuming supplies.