Without a doubt, the most important thing to happen this weekend, this month, was Zoya’s Dedication Service at church. I believe they actually called it a Blessing Service. It was a time to commit to raise her as we should and to bless her path and her life.
It meant so much to me that siblings and parents were able to come down for it. I hope my mom will soon download and send photos from her camera.
I’m thinking we still have to do something for her birthday next month, but I wish that could have been it.
We celebrated with some wonderful Mexican food and then went back to our separate weekend lives.
Zoya has a serious love for men with white beards and mustaches. She seems to like her Papa as much as she liked her uncle Mustafa.