While the Sun is Hiding

Since the falling snow has put a significantly wet damper on today's stroller-riding, park-playing possibilities (happy April Fools to you too!), we're inside.
And I've been thinking.

I've been thinking about Nie's first day of April silhouettes. I've been thinking about traditions. Not holiday traditions, although those are important and I'm definitely a fan. I've been thinking about family traditions. Unique, binding, self-originating, self-perpetuating traditions that celebrate a family's identity.

Do you have traditions like that? Things that focus on togetherness? Things that your family, alone, is known to do? Or maybe secret things that no one but your family knows about?

When I was little our family traditions included things like "Friendly Phantom" deliveries to neighbors (just your typical "ring and run" but with a Packer family twist) and "The Early Morning Ski Team" (it was like a rite of passage when I was big enough to hop in the boat with my dad and older siblings at the literal crack of a Lake Powell dawn and set out in pursuit of glassy waters and a perfect ski. "Buoys for Breakfast." Wasn't that the saying, Julie?).

Perhaps some such family traditions evolve spontaneously. And maybe that's what makes them special. But part of me wonders if it's not important to be deliberate in the selection and execution of a few meaningful traditions. Wes and I have lots of discussions about this, as our little family is in the spring of its existence.

What makes your family unique? And how do you celebrate that uniqueness? 'Cause isn't that part of the fun of being a family? Celebrating each other?

I think yes.
Happy April, friends!