Naming our grandchildren

Grandparents are elderly, aren’t they? Gray wrinkled fonts of wisdom? They’ve outgrown vanity and cynicism and the love of silly jokes, haven’t they?

Wait. I’m a what? Huh? How’d that happen? And I guess no, we haven’t, and I sort of hope we aren’t.

So now two of us here at the Standard – our new contributing editor, Phil Jacobs, and I – have just become grandparents, me for the astounding first time, him for the old-hand second.

Here, the two of us respond to our grandchildren’s welcoming into the Jewish world and being given their names; Itai Lev Aryeh at his bris, Nava Shira at her naming ceremony.