So...my family is big on tradition and it's something I'm hoping to pass on to my children. Every year of my life (except for the year my Mom was pregnant with my brother), we have driven to Illinois (an 18-hr drive, mind you) to my grandparents's house to have Christmas with them. And the entire trip has become such a tradition that when Chris and I married, it wasn't even a question. We'd be making the trip ourselves. There was no way I was missing Christmas in Pearl. Now, understand that my Grandparents live in a town so small they have to drive half an hour to get to a town the size of the one I live in and my blog is called Small Town Stitcher. There is absolutely NOTHING to do there EXCEPT spend time with family and make our own fun. But that is why we love it so much.
So, every year, when school lets out we get ready to go. We pack warm clothes and hope for snow. We pack snacks and Christmas movies in the car. We pack our Christmas presents and hide them in suitcases from
|A view of the creek last year in one of those lucky snowy Christmases!|
|Emma giving her GG and Granddad some love last year!|
I know that this tradition won't last forever. I know that life is not forever, therefore things have to change. But that makes each Christmas there even more special. I know that I will NEVER forget spending Christmas with my family in Pearl. I hope that my children won't either. Wherever Christmas finds our family in the future, I know the memories of our family tradition will warm my heart and I can only pray it does the same for my children. Maybe one day my grandchildren will LOVE to come and spend Christmas with me like I do with my Grandparents. I can only hope!