Today, my son reached out his arm (could have been his knee, I’m not quite sure) and touched the Torah.

While standing by the ark, the Rabbi and I posed for pictures with the 5th grade class at their naming ceremony.

We smiled with the students as their parents proudly captured the moment. I dreamed of one day, soon, being one of those parents and giving my child a name that connects him to generations of peoplehood…

Suddenly, while clutching the nearly 500 year old Czech Holocaust surviving scroll, I felt Baby Hutchings reach out and touch it.

He is just about ready to greet the world and be part of the chain. Now, all that stands between him and the crown of Torah… is me.

Keyn y’hi ratzon.