I believe in tradition.
My father began every holiday meal by telling us the origins of each item on the table - the candlesticks and the kiddush cups, the tablecloth, and so on.
Tomorrow, when we host the second Seder, I will begin the same way before we move into the traditions that we have created for our family, and that I hope my children will take with them into their own homes and families one day.
There is the matzah cover that was needlepointed by my Great-grandma Mayme, the candlesticks that were carried over on the boat, there are the jellied fruit slices and the plastic frogs, there is the singing and the soup. There is family, and there is memory, and there is love.
Wishing a Happy Passover to those who celebrate!