So I flew to Austin, TX, and drove an hour to my final destination.
Some of the sites on the way.
A few firsts:
* I've never done a bris in a summer camp
* I've never done a bris with so many young people watching the procedure
* I've never done a bris at which the baby's father wore pink shorts!
Here's the setup:
Bris was very nice - certainly a new experience on many levels.
As there were no flights home afterwards, I had to spend the night - which worked out nicely for the baby, as my care for him becomes extended through necessity.
Here's my post bris view, lounging on a rocking chair in a late, dry, Texas afternoon.
It's really nice here. I'm not used to the dryness, as in all my former and current living places there was/is always some humidity to contend with.
But I also know I'll remember this bris for a long time, when the baby was brought to summer workplace for his bris.
Kind of like Moses' son, who was to be circumcised on the road to Egypt (Shmot 4:23). But in this journey and heat, there is air conditioning!
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