{day twelve|favorite tradition|}

I don't think I really have a favorite tradition. Or maybe I just can't think of many traditions because the things that my family did over and over again never got called a tradition. Things like

{getting donuts and chocolate milk for breakfast on road trips}

{having sausage gravy and biscuits for breakfast every Saturday}

{going to the candlelight Christmas Eve service every year}

{watching the Grinch and Charlie Brown Christmas at least five times each Christmas season}

{not making beds on Sundays}

{having seafood on New Year's Eve}

{reading the Christmas Story every Christmas morning, followed by present opening, and then cinnamon rolls for breakfast}

{having random sibling photo shoots}

{looking at old pictures when you go to Grandma Davis'}

{fighting over who gets the chocolate milk bottle}

{saying good night each night}

{racing for the skirt rack at the thrift store}

{making sand tarts and candy cane cookies and cream cheese mints each Christmas}

{colorful lights on the real live Christmas tree}

I think these are all the "traditions" I can think of right now. But I'm sure there are so many more buried in my memory. I have been so blessed.