As we set the table, little bug asked, “Are we going to eat Sabba?” I believe our Sabbath celebration made quite an impression…

We gathered at the table and took turns blowing the Shofar. We are fortunate enough to actually have one that a dear friend brought us back from a trip to Israel. They are much trickier to blow than one might think. We had previously listened on the computer to what it’s supposed to sound like and laughed at our attempts. We discussed the purpose of the blowing and talked about the shape and the story behind using the rams horn during this time. The parallels; the story of God providing the ram caught by his horns for a sacrifice for Abraham and the sacrifice of Jesus God’s only son and this time leading up to the Day of Atonement or Yom Kippur is again beyond words. I left the shofar on the table with some branches as a reminder.

Now I knew DH would never go for a fish looking up at him from his plate so on top of his nicely filleted and trimmed salmon was placed a paper fish to represent his place as the head of the household.

We ate our apples and passed the honey. Our Challah bread was round representing the fullness of a new year, and a ladder representing our prayers reaching the heart of God.

We tasted some pomegranate as a 1^st fruit, and sang Happy Birthday to the world as we ate our honey cakes. The evening was truly a sweet one and we anticipate the sweet newness to come.

Shanah Tova Um' tukah!