Today we are celebrating the sunshine, the birth of a good man and the appearance of two pearly whites that have been particularly painfully slow to erupt. Sort of like this hesitant spring we've been waiting on, plants started on the window sills reaching up, looking past the grey.
Tonight we'll open the door for Elijah: one of my favorite traditions, for its underlying meaning. We turn our backs with optimism and let the needy, the good fortune, the curious neighborhood cats find us.
Happy Pesach, friends. May the search for the afikomen keep your kids occupied until they crash.