V-day & traditions

Every calendar holiday of commercialism my father would get us stuff.  For Easter.  For Valentine's Day.  We would wake up in the morning and rush out to the kitchen table where we would have an array of gifts sitting at our place.  There were always cards and there was always something edible.  As we got older and older I would wake up in the morning and wonder if today was the day that he gave up.  He never did.  Up until the time I left home my father had something sitting at my place at the table every holiday.  Sometimes he would get up early in the morning and drive to Schnuck's grocery to get something tasty and decorative from their bakery just to add to the goodies.

When I began dating my husband he too would leave things out on the table for holidays.  It would be waiting for me when I arrived at his apartment for dinner.  After we were married he and I both left little goodies out. We kept the tradition alive with the girls.  They love it.  They wouldn't open anything yesterday until their father came home from work to share in it.  I hope that someday they too pass on the tradition.