When I was little the Seders would last all night, and for my family in Israel, they still do. But the Seders my mother hosts have gotten shorter and shorter over the years. Once we read through a well-worn hagaddah, but the next year my mother reworked it, editing out the fluff. Almost every year since it's gotten shorter and shorter still. This year the entirety of the proceedings fit on a large index card. At this rate, we'll be printing it on the back of a gum wrapper in 2015.

Despite our expedited Seder, everything else about the meal, from ironing of the linens to the lighting of the candles to the poaching of matzo balls to the serving of dessert, is done with total and unedited love. Here are some photos I took from this year's meal.