Tonight we all joined Nani and Gramps in the Berkshires for Passover dinner, little one. You were a little too young to read from the Haggadah, and you weren't ready to search for the afikoman, but Nani bought you a Passover book that you enjoyed very much while Gramps led in the reading (continually asking of we were listening), Nani hurried him along, Mommy kept you happy and I attempted to be as respectful as possible of these religious traditions.
It was actually a lot of fun. Nani and Gramps are always entertaining, and the matzah ball soup was great.
I’m hoping to find the time to write my own Haggadah someday, perhaps before you’re old enough to read. We have a couple of Jewish friends living in Tennessee who think it’s a great idea, and I do, too. Passover Daddy-style would certainly be interesting!
After dinner, Gramps pulled out some toys that Mommy played with as a child, including a Japanese music box and an ancient rocking horse of sorts, among others.
I don’t think your grandparents have ever thrown away a single thing, and for once, I am glad. You loved both toys a bunch and spent the evening smiling, laughing, crawling, and enjoying time with your grandparents.
I think that seeing those old toys also brought back some great memories for Mom.
I was a little jealous. There’s very little that I still have from my childhood. One stuffed animal and that might be it.
I intend to do much more for you, little one!
Merry Passover!
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