{"id":3712,"date":"2014-04-14T17:58:29","date_gmt":"2014-04-14T21:58:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beckydimattia.com\/photoblog\/?p=3712"},"modified":"2014-04-21T18:22:31","modified_gmt":"2014-04-21T22:22:31","slug":"passover-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beckydimattia.com\/photoblog\/2014\/04\/14\/passover-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Passover"},"content":{"rendered":"

We didn’t know it at the time, but last year was our last Passover in the house I grew up in. After 26 years of two consecutive nights of Passover seders in our dining room in the old house, we made our old traditions brand new again in my parents’ new dining room in the new house. Quite predictably, it was strangely new and yet utterly familiar.<\/p>\n

On Monday (the day of the first seder), I took the day off so that we could spend the day helping mom. We let the breeze in because it was absolutely gorgeous out, and the bright sunshine made our platters look lovely!<\/p>\n

As always, we sat down to a delicious meal with family and friends, some who had joined us before and some for the first time, and we retold the familiar story of freedom.<\/p>\n

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