My brother's wife is quite observant, so we did most of the reading from the Hagaddah before we began to eat. There are younger grandchildren again to hunt for the Afikoman and they were well rewarded. I was too busy chatting (as usual) to see where it had been hidden.
There was quite a delay in dinner. It had been planned for 6:00 pm because there were two young children, but an accident on the Queen Elizabeth highway in Burlington, ON, late in the afternoon backed traffic up for hours, so the guest coming from Toronto showed up an hour late. Thank goodness for technology because my brother talked them through a shortcut.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, which is why it's called present.