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s a rav I know too well that as joyous as Pesach is, it can also be a time of stress as families who normally have their own space are crowded together.
When my son Tuvia and his wife, Nechama, arrived in Passaic before Pesach with their three rambunctious, energetic daughters, my initial reaction was one of total joy.
However, at five the very next morning, when I heard little hands knocking on my door, and voices saying, “Zeidy, wake up! We’re hungry!” my love for my granddaughters was stretched to the limit.
When I came downstairs at seven to go to shul, I matter-of-factly asked seven-year-old Huvi if she’d seen my hat. She gave me a mischievous smile as she pointed to her 15-month-old sister, Leah, sitting on top of my hat eating a leben and using my hat as both a stool and a hand towel.
