The older I get the more I realize how important it is to carry on family traditions. Family traditions provide anticipation for the event to come and wonderful memories to remember after. I have tried to instill many family traditions all year long for my family. One tradition, that I grew up with, has been absently missing in my current family and home.
Tonight, I decided to reconcile my blunder and carry on the tradition that I once loved and cherished so deeply, realizing that it had been deeply missed.
First thing- Get girls on board. Explain the tradition.
Second- Cook, cook, cook
Third- Set a beautiful table
Fourth- While the girls were helping me set the table, we noticed the porch light off even though we had turned it on several times. A closer look told us that Joulupukki (the Finnish Santa Claus) had been by to visit.
Fifth- We ate a very yummy traditional Finnish Christmas Eve dinner. I really can cook something foreign!
Sixth- We read the Christmas story found in Luke 2 and sang Silent Night. (I have always kept this tradition).
Seventh- The girls got to open a traditional Christmas gift. Don't they look cute in their new pajamas?
Eighth- We look for Santa using the Norad Santa tracker found on the internet.
Ninth- The girls prepare a wonderful treat for Santa.
Tenth- Derrick and I watch the beautiful Christmas concert, put out by my church, on our local PBS station.
I love traditions. Now that everyone is snug in bed awaiting the new day........
It is time to say good-night and Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
8 Wonderful Years
I remember her face just like it was yesterday. After everyone had left the hospital, and I was finally alone with my new, precious, little one, I studied her face making sure that I had every detail imprinted in my mind. I knew then that I would never forget that sweet little face and so far, I haven't.
As I stroked her soft cheeks, admiring the beautiful gift from Heaven, I wondered what her life would be like. What would she look like when she turned 3, 5, and 8? Would she be a daddy's girl or a mommy's girl? What would her interests be? Could I possibly love her more than I did at that moment?
No matter how hard I worked at looking into her future, I never could even begin to imagine how she would look, what she would be like, or who's girl she would become. All I knew is that we, Derrick and myself, had truly been blessed with a precious child, and that we would definitely make sure she knew she was loved.
Eight years later, I still wonder what her future holds, what she will look like, and where her dreams will take her. I am always hoping that her future will be happy, safe, and bright, realizing, that none of that is really in my control.
Once again, all I know is that each continual year that Derrick and myself have to raise and love our precious daughter is indeed a gift from God, in which we are truly grateful to.
Happy Birthday MyMy. May you always know that you are loved and cherished.