Tonight was the first night of Passover, a holiday marked by the ritual meal called the Seder.
I had been preparing for days for this meal. Cleaning, cooking, setting the table. And when I finally sat down with my husband, daughter, parents, and in-laws, my mind was on the person who wasn’t there—my son in college so many miles away from home.
And then this happened. A doorbell rings, a son surprises his mom, and a holiday once again feels festive.
One heart feels the other. He needed his family during this holiday, and his family certainly needed him. They fly but they don’t forget their way back.
And I am so grateful.