Not only did we pack everything we needed to leave our home for all seven days of Pesach, but we even managed to fit everything into our modest family car (five seater, hatchback). OK, it was a little squishy, but we made it! Hopefully, I'll find a better way to pack everything for the longer car trips. (We really need a roof rack!)
This is one of my very useful, but unmarketable skills. I am great at packing things into small spaces. I learned to pack a trunk from my dad, who is the only person I know who can do a better job than I.
When we arrived at my in-laws, everything was beautifully set out.
Moshe's parents asked him to lead the Seder. Moshe managed to keep everyone engaged, despite the fact that we were all really tired both from preparations as well as from getting up at 5:00 in the morning for Birkat HaChammah.
This year's Seder was much more streamlined than last year's. But it was still a dynamic Seder with participation from all involved.
We said maggid (the telling of the story) in the living room, which was very comfortable. I drifted off for a few moments, waking to discover that I missed an entire section of maggid!
Had everyone not been so tired, I would have requested that we sing the songs again. But I could not ask that this year.
Later, when we moved back to the dining room, I had to take a second break. I went to lie down on the couch, and participated from there (when I was not dozing off).
After dinner, my son and eldest daughter finished up on their own and went to bed. Only my youngest daughter stayed up and sang with me to the end.
This year, when we finished Seder, I did not insist on singing all of the fun songs at the end.
I was just as happy as everyone else to go straight to bed.
I left Moshe to help his mom tidy up and I crashed!
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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