"Why is this night different to all other nights?"
well, it's different because we only do it once a year.
family traditions are important to me and us: they're part of what give our family its distinctive flavour, they're what memories are made of. family traditions help to bind us together and make life special. for the last twelve years or so, we've celebrated the wonderful tradition of a Passover meal at Easter time. this year GD and Granny joined us, partaking in one of the traditions of our jewish ancestors.
this night is also different because D18 is here for the weekend; he's popped home after spending his first three wonderful weeks in The Big Smoke. he and i caught up for a few words during a chuckly break from last night's study moment (while the other kiddos were toasting marshmallows on the brazier, in the dark)...
D18: *twinkle in his eye* i love coming here.
moi: why is that?
D18: because people always laugh at my jokes!
M6 drops ten drops of grape juice on his plate, to signify the ten plagues that afflicted the Egyptians, before Moses led his people through the Red Sea.
note to self: ah, yes, my thoughts are all jumbly and half-baked again. that's ok, just need to jot some of them here for remembrance. might re-write later...