I always looked forward to the day we measured, mixed, pressed, rolled, cut out, decorated, and baked. And I always ended the day with a tummyache.
It was a particularly poignant way to spend the weekend, because Grandma died this fall. And it struck me how powerful traditions can be.
They keep us connected to the past.
They give us a thread that connects us to the future.
They can be as simple or elaborate as we want them to be.
We can create new traditions as our lives change.
In many ways, they define us.
What are your favorite traditions?