Which means a lot of cooking and yelling and my grandfather hiding extra afikomen to piss off my uncle and off key mumblings of songs people remember only the first verse to and my uncles cinnamon asparagus which is not as terrifying as it sounds and my grandfather shaking the table, telling the same story of his grandfather shaking the table and the kids believing Elijah was there, and no one but me and my uncle (sorta) being able to read Hebrew anymore and laughing and long themed speeches by my relatives and the same photocopied kid friendly prayer books we've been using for over 20 years.
I like it because it's one of the more socially conscious holidays, because it's a part of our shared history, because we have found out who we are as a family over the years while hard boiling eggs and mashing apples and singing about frogs and God and freedom.
Chag Sameach, Booboos.
HERE ARE SOME BLURRY PHOTOS FROM MY SEDER:
I am an optimist.