Oh how I wish I was a kid again.
…Those Thanksgiving mornings waking up, hoping there might be snow on the ground.
…Watching the Macy’s parade with the anticipation of seeing Santa at the end to kick-off the Christmas season – and then switching the channel to football for the day.
…Waiting for my grandparents and other family to arrive.
…The smells coming out of the kitchen and all of those “heirloom quality” homemade desserts.
It was the best.
It is my hope that my kids will have their own memories that make them want to be young again.
Some old traditions. Some new traditions.
Anything works, as long as you can wrap your heart around it.
I’ve mentioned many times that no matter the occasion, we somehow manage to find a way to sneak in a little competition. As long as there is a finish line, it is a competition.
That is another tradition that we have passed on to the next generation.
And this year, it is by way of a Thanksgiving Scavenger hunt for the handful of kiddos that will be here.
Here is their list:
No worries. No cares. Just food, family and fun.
Oh, how I wish I was a kid again.