Pesach

Pesach (Passover) is my favorite Jewish holiday. I hate the food (and am not the best Jew when it comes to being observant.) But I love the ritual of the Sedar. It was always such a fun experience for me – filled with songs and prayers in Hebrew that I could sing and say – even thought I never really learned to read Hebrew – I just memorized what I needed or used. Anyway, I love Pesach. I associated Pesach with the love I have for my father.

Since he has passed by brother has stepped up and now he leads the Sedar. And you see how hard he works on it to make it approachable and interesting and all-encompassing. He flair has also enabled non-Jew to enjoy. Which is a mitzvah as one should also invite a non-Jew to Sedar. And let's not forget that Tom and I both married out of the Tribe. And he has done it well. Each year he brings up something political or environmental – something that would really tie the Sedar and the tradition to our everyday lives. I find that very cool. This year he discussed CO2 levels rising from the sea and the death of the first born males - there is a lot more to it – but it was very interesting nonetheless.

But what really captivated the Sedar audience this year were the 3 children under 4 and a 5 month old. (Small shout-out to Amanda for all the hard work she did while a 33 week preggo.) The kids were delicious and funny and inappropriate at moments … but it was a Sedar filled with so much laughter it felt like a blessing. A blessing upon our home and upon all those who were there to witness what has come from my mother and father during Pesach.