This blog is primarily a gift for my children. It is the legacy of their childhood. The best bits, the memories, successes and trials for them to look back on as adults. A gift of love and of the treasure of our family life. I don’t want to forget, but I also don’t want my children, especially the younger ones, to forget their childhood story and just how loved they were.
Something Gary and I did when we first married 16 years ago was to form our own traditions. Traditions are so important, I think, to the fabric of a family, even if that family only consists of two people deeply in love with each other. Traditions create a family identity which never dies. A simple smell or a piece of music has the power to transport you back to a moment in your history, in truth a mesh of many similar moments – the riches of a tradition oft repeated. In addition, traditions ground us, lending a soothing and comforting rhythm to our modern, frenetically paced life.
It is these traditions I intend to share here. Some we have been doing since our first year of marriage, others are newer. All are important to our family.