Where would we be without our traditions?
Traditions ground us to something meaningful and real that we can expect time and time again.
Food and traditions are as synonymous as sugar cookies and icing. As hot chocolate and cuddling around the fire. As pumpkin pie and family holidays.
I’m so intrigued with the relationship of food and family traditions. So many of my memories of childhood are surrounded by food and family, together.
We leave tomorrow for a special family tradition: going to the Outer Banks. I climbed this Hatteras lighthouse when I was a little girl. Bobby did so when he was a little boy, although we had never met and lived 300 miles away from each other. We climbed it together on our honeymoon. Our children are beginning to be tall enough to climb it with us and look out over the Atlantic Ocean. And so the tradition continues. This might be Johanna’s year…
We’ve been holding onto a special lighthouse cookie cutter we happened upon earlier this year. It has sat in the cabinet, waiting for this exact moment.
Just today, after scrambling to finish the cookies to turn around and make dinner, I slowed down enough to think for a moment: each year these cookies will be something different.
What will each year bring?
More intricate with the girls’ ages? More sparkly as they become little women?
Thank heaven for tradition, that grounds me to hold on to what is right in front of me.
the sleepy time gal