Being eldest male of the direct family line, Mom wanted me to run the service. Having done this sort of thing so much for our Havurah, I felt reasonably comfortable doing so. However, being that it was Saturday night, we had to have the post-Saturday service, Havdallah, and I've never run that service. Last time I can recall being at one was the week following my Father's death, and the details of it leached out of my brain completely, rather like nearly the whole week. So, I asked my sister Laurel to lead, and she sang with a wonderful voice the whole service. Very nicely done!
I shared the limelight with essentially everyone at the table; I even managed to hide the Afikomen for the youngest at table to find, though my sister chided me since there was nobody at the service that were pre-thirteen years old. OTOH, my nieces seemed after being pressed to have enjoyed themselves hunting, so that was fine.
We ate, we sang, we prayed; afterwards several of us stayed to help my Mom clean up. All-in-all, a good night.