Though we are definitely not to that point yet, I like the idea.
There’s only one problem: he’s Catholic and I am Jewish.
My dad calls us “Jew-lite” or “convenient Jews,” the kind that celebrate major holidays and their status as an excuse to cut off the Jehovah’s Witnesses mid-speech when they come knocking.
When I was a little girl, it occurred to me that not everyone was so lucky to celebrate two facets of religious opinions or cultures.
It also occurred to me that while everyone else knew exactly what they “were,” I was torn between which “side” best represented me.