Some holiday traditions are born with each new child. Others are passed down through the generations. Sometimes, we have forgotten why we do the things we do, but we still do them. Probably, because Great-Grandma Isabella showed us how.
Mom had three tree ornaments that were always the last to go on the tree. When my brother and sister and I started having trees of our own, Mom gave each of us one of the ornaments. We treasure them.
Chocolates are eaten, roses are given, and love is a stain of red on the cheeks of many young and old hearts alike. On this Valentine’s Day, while I stuff my face with sugary goodness, I’m thinking of all the ways that my husband and children are my greatest love story. Though my heart was given to him long ago, at just a tender age of twelve, it wasn’t until 2003 that we started our life together. If you’re like me, you like to reminisce upon all the love letters and romantic moments you’ve had with your significant other.