In the wee hours of the morning, Dad took his place at the head of our dining room table. And as mom rushed around making sure we kids had brushed our teeth and didn’t have oatmeal in our ears, Dad would read. Bible stories. You know, the kind with pictures. Of Jonah. Of Noah. Of water and wine. Of anything we could visualize and understand through a highly disproportional cartoon Jesus riding on an equally disproportional smiling donkey. And then, we’d pray. For my spelling test, for Lorae’s history project, for Cam’s big head to shrink a little. ;) And for the reality of God’s word and promises to stay with us throughout our day at school.
I don’t recall a single morning my family didn’t gather to pray. Sure, as we got older and could check for vestibular oatmeal ourselves, our prayer time was hurried by homework left until the last minute or crazy bus driver Dan arriving at our house five minutes too early. But still, we prayed.
As I find myself in the middle of grownup-ism (I know I could have said adulthood, but that word’s nowhere near as fun), I’ve started thinking about what traditions I want to start. Not just for when Dylan and I have a family, but for the here and now. So while I’m working on convincing Dylan to bring home ice cream every Thursday night, I want to know..
What are some of your favorite family traditions? Silly, serious, ice cream related, or not – I’d love to hear ‘em! And maybe, just maybe steal them. :)
And because blogs without pictures are dumb, here’s one of my new orchid, Sally. Dylan gave her to me for our one month wedding anniversary. Now that seems like a nice tradition. :) But, maybe not the whole naming-my-plants part.. That’s weird, I’m told.
Happy Thursday!!
by Alyse
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