I've converted my parents!!! Bring out the tzitzis and sheitels!

Just kidding, but I really think that my growth with Judaism has inspired them in their own ways. They found a shul that they really like attending. They go to services more than just on high holidays. They made a pact with their Rabbi that they would light candles, make kiddush and eat challah every Friday night for Shabbos. (We got them a kiddush cup for their anniversary to celebrate this decision they made.) And tonight, for the first time ever, they baked their own challah! I don't expect them to get two sets of plates or give up their Saturday shopping trips, but I also think they are less likely to roll their eyes at the stuff we take pleasure from in our observance of Judaism. I am very proud of how much they've grown over the last few years and that it brings them even closer. I got all verklempt hearing how excited they sounded over making the challah. It was just beautiful to hear it in their voices and know that it was something they enjoyed doing together. Mazel Tov, Mom and Dad!