Today we had a really sweet naming ceremony for Haraldur, something we'd been thinking about for a long time but never solidified. With all the grandparents in town for what might be the only time in a while, we suddenly felt the urgency to do something and wrote up a ceremony basically the same morning (with months of brainstorming to inform it). Cati has been pushing for an official christening, and I'm somewhat uncomfortable with churches, so we were trying to come up with a compromise. We did the same kind of inventing for our wedding, and I really loved how we navigated that, so we mushed together various traditions and added our own twists. We had a few little ceremonies and then had all the grandparents say a few words to Haraldur to send him on his new life. Every one of 'em just about cried or had to stop for being choked up, which made me think this hobbled together secular/spiritual/religious ceremony had hit the mark. In fact, everyone (including me) got choked up while speaking except Cati, who cried while everyone else was speaking. No one knew what to expect, including us, which made the surprise of the emotion even sweeter.
Then Cati and Haraldur and I spent the rest of the day in the bedroom cooing and nudging and ogling and staring and crying and smiling and touching and holding. Many more days like this and I'm afraid I'll lose my skin and dissolve into the clouds. Which would be ok, as long as I could still be around to embrace that little one.
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