Rant #1,881: Pictures of You

Happy Passover, and it is good to be back.

Yesterday was something of a difficult day, and I am actually happy to be back here, and even happy to go to work today.

Yes, it was that kind of day yesterday.

But Passover continues, we had our second seder yesterday, and as I do every year, I carry the flame for my family during the holiday, as I am the only one who continues to follow the dietary laws related to this holiday.

I will continue to eat matzoh until Passover ends, at sunset on Tuesday.

It really isn't that big a deal.

I eat matzoh and cream cheese and matzoh and tuna fish each and every day for breakfast and lunch, respectively, and for dinner, it pretty much varies. Tonight, I am going to have eggs--which I rarely have like this for dinner--and at least one board of matzoh will be included in the meal.

Like I said, it really is no big deal.

What is a bigger deal is that on the first night of Passover, during the first seder, I actually saw my daughter, who I had not seen since Hanukkah, and who I have had little contact with over those four-plus months.

As I said in a previous column, this is how she wants it, for whatever reason, and I am not going to beat myself up anymore over her behavior.

But at least for one night, we were together as a family--my wife, my son, my daughter and myself--and it was really good to see my first born after so many months.

She looked good, she made some tantalizing cookies and cakes just for the occasion, and she seemed to be happy.

I was even lucky enough to snap a couple of photos of my son and daughter together,  the best of which I have attached to this Rant.

The next time I will see my daughter--or probably even speak to her--is during my birthday. My wife and son have set up a nice birthday party for me at a local restaurant for the end of this month, and everybody that I care about--both friends and family, mainly family--will be there. My daughter will be there, and I am happy about that.

It is something to look forward to, way after all the matzoh has been packed away for another year.

But right now, I have to concentrate on matzoh and not getting the dreaded "matzoh stomach," where your stomach feels as if you swallowed a battleship, with guns blazing.

If I can avoid that, then I will feel fine.

And again, I just love matzoh, and Passover is my favorite holiday, period, because like Thanksgiving, it is a family holiday, not one for gifts.

And although that is true, my gift during this most recent celebration was seeing my daughter again.

It just makes me believe that there is something to be happy about, after all.