This year the Seder illustrated the vast developmental difference between 3.5 and 4.5 years old. While Raphaela was certainly not shy last year at our friends' Seder, this year she walked into their beautiful home with confidence, chatting up all the adults and playing with the boy a little older than her, without checking in with her Mommy.
This year she stood up tall and proud and recited the four questions, and in a booming voice declared the Ten Plagues without hesitation. I couldn't have been prouder, given my daughter's history of performance anxiety.
There was great joy in Jerusalem when she found the Afikoman I had hidden, and when she knew she would get a Pessach gift. (Truth be told, I had already ordered her present and it has yet to arrive - an official Doctor Who Sonic Screwdriver - and Raphaela was happy with her smaller present, not knowing what is yet to arrive.)
We got home around one am, and Raphaela was wide awake, insisting upon setting up our own Elijah's Cup in the kitchen, so Elijah would come visit us as well on this magical night.
"Mommy, Elijah came last night while we were sleeping and drank from our cup! Maybe we should leave it out for him another night, in case he gets thirsty again and happens to be in the neighborhood." Reported Raphaela at six am, after less than five hours of sleep.
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