I honestly don't remember a lot of traditions we had growing up. Maybe that wasn't my parents' style. I, on the other hand, want my kids to remember doing certain things when they get bigger. One of which is "F" cookies.
I got an F cookie cutter when Ford had his first birthday party. The "F" cookies were the party favors. Ever since he was in 2K, 7 years ago, I have sent F cookies each time a child studies the letter F. Normally I am Johnny on the Spot, but this whole working thing has made me not so. Therefore, I was a week late on Annie's F cookies!!!!! But we made those bad boys during letter Gg week anyway!
You like that desk covered with blankets??? Yep, home renovations in the process! It never stops.
If you eat good you get ice cream for dessert.
It hurts to know they have to grow up without someone who loved them so much. Two weeks ago I was in the attic looking for attire to dress the kids up in for homecoming. I saw a random box and opened it. Inside were knickknacks from my parents' house. There was an ugly white trivet inside the box that I remembered so well. My mom used it every time she cooked to put hot casserole dishes on top of. I cried. I held that trivet and cried. I went downstairs and laid on the couch with Trey and cried some more. I guess those weird moments will always come when you see something that reminds you of a loved one who is no longer here.