Seder of dreams
Everything was so perfect..
The table shimmering white..
My first Pesach Seder..at home..
The kids ..like angels...
Saying Divrei Torah..
Little Avi saying the Mah Nishtana so sweetly
Mommy glowing with pride..
Everything started going blurry..
The sounds of harps..filling the room...
Then..back into focus...
My wifes exasperated face..
Davidd!!! Where are you??
Oh my God..
Avi get down from the piano!!
Yanky...How could you leave your Hagaddah in Yeshiva?
Don't you remember anything your Rebbe told you?
Guys pleeeeassseee no Harry Potter at the Seder...
Alright..whoever sits nicely while I say this story will get a special prize...
See?..that was fun..
And so, now as then this rag tag of imperfect
yet well meaning sojourners..
hurriedly left Mitzrayim..
with stained shirts and somewhat of an appreciation of what it means to be a Jew...
The moment Yom Tov was over I called my Grandfather and told him next year we hoped to be at his Seder again..where somehow he manages to cast a spell with his real life tales that I can never match...
And I wonder what everyones rush to make their "own seder" is...