But we were still 'alone.' No family. In the late afternoon, as the chag and Shabbat were waning, I sat at the table, looking through our bags of kids' "Kadesh u'Rechatz" books and other holiday artwork (seder plates, Pesach signs to hang on walls, etc.) which we have saved over the years and put away with our Pesach dishes, pots and pans, and general paraphernalia. My daughter's Kadesh u'Rechatz book from when she was maybe 5 or 6, just learning how to write her name. My other daughter (Rambo) also had one, where she was learning how to write the letter "E" in her name, only with 4 lines in the middle! Our younger son's 2nd grade Pesach learning binder, our older son's cardboard seder plate with cupcake paper holders glued on. I miss the time when we were all together as a family. It brought back memories...which didn't help me face the end of the chag any better.
Oh, and just to get my kids a little more nostalgic, here is a pic of one of our milchig dishes, right after we finished our eggplant parmigiana, after dropping Toodles off at the airport this past Wednesday on chol hamo'ed.