The lasts are hard for me to deal with. Mostly because when they are happening we don’t know that they are the last. We have no reason to mark the occassion as special or set it aside as being different than any other day. We are just going on like it is a regular day. It is only in retrospect, in looking back, that the event has any importance.
Thanksgiving Day is the perfect holiday for relaxing, catching up with family members, watching football and stuffing your face. However, those of us SWEATING OUR TUSHES OFF while painstakingly preparing the meal might agree to differ. Enter the Thanksgiving Feather Hunt!
The holidays are here, and like everyone else, we’re trying to get ready. We were decorating, and I thought I’d take advantage of that Hallmark moment, so I asked my kids (ages 16, 14 and eight) about their favorite family tradition.
In a feat never before seen in my life, a three foot by two foot section of my Christmas tree turned pink this year.
It was my own fault really, on the day I was married I was given a Christmas ornament by my neighbors declaring 2001 to be our first Christmas together. A new tradition started when I opened that little crystal charm on a red satin ribbon, we were going to be Christmas ornament collectors.