One of my favorite things about marriage is tradition!
Tradition. Just saying the word gives my heart the warm-fuzzies.
Growing up we had all kinds of silly traditions in my family. Some merely grew out of daily routine, like each of us eating 3 cookies and drinking a glass of milk out of a red tupperware cup after dinner each night. Some revolved around holidays like our tradition of putting an orange or yellow light at the top of the Christmas tree so santa mouse would come and leave tiny presents for us in the tree on Christmas morning. Some traditions evolved into more involved activities, like this santa mouse thing I mentioned where each year when we put up our Christmas decorations we would bring out santa mouse. Santa mouse was a tiny mouse figurine (the original was really cute and had fake fur on it but our dog ate it so we had to replace him with a small plastic figurine of Stuart Little) that would “hide” throughout the house. Each year one of us would hide him in a starting position and if someone found him, they would hide him in another spot, all the way until Christmas and the last person to have hidden santa mouse would be the winner and got to open their santa mouse present first. So, maybe that’s a little silly and too involved, but man was it fun and it was something we enjoyed doing together.
Traditions are something to look forward to and traditions are something you create with the ones you love. And that’s what I love about marriage. Creating new traditions with Andy. Some traditions we have carried over from my family like eating milk and cookies after dinner and using specific milk-and-cookie-cups. (Thank you Taylor and Jay Phillips for getting us 10 plastic monogrammed cups that we use for this tradition each day). Some have carried over from Andy’s family like raising our very own Shar Pei. (Andy’s family raised three in a row). And some traditions we are creating for our own family!
Our first tradition that came out of a weekend routine. Waffles.
Our first married Saturday in our home, I woke up early and made Andy waffles. Needless to say, he loved it and most Saturdays I wake up and let him sleep while I make waffles for him. Sometimes when I say waffles I mean I make pancakes too, but to me it’s the same idea because it all calls for Bisquick, an egg, some milk, with the only difference being what you cook it in.
I love traditions. I love making them. I love seeing them evolve out of everyday actions. And I love hearing about the traditions of other families. Do you have any you’d like to share, because I would love to hear them!
Spend time with your family and write your own story.