A Positively Lovely Day...

There's a tradition in Dear Hubby's family. We get together for cake and ice cream (and usually a meal) to celebrate birthdays. I'll admit that when we were dating - in our early 20s - it seemed a little strange to stop by his family's home for cake and ice cream. Now, I accept it. It's a tradition. It's just what we do. It's the way we roll.

We're getting into the busy season. A month ago, we celebrated B-I-L (brother-in-law) #5's birthday. Last weekend was my father-in-law's party. Today was Son #3's and my party. Next week is B-I-L #3's party. In April, we'll celebrate B-I-L #1's, #4's, and S-I-L #4's. You get the idea....

Today, we gathered at my father-in-law's house (F-I-L). We ordered 6 pizzas from Dominoes, made a pitcher of daiquiris, had cake (chocolate cake with chocolate icing) for me, plus a chocolate chip cookie cake (for Son #3). Ice cream, too - chocolate, naturally.

We unwrapped gifts. Star Wars toys and Power Rangers for Son #3, Vera Bradley desk set (sticky notes, file folders, memo holders, etc.) and several Barnes & Noble gift cards for me. (Merry, if you're reading this, call or email me. B&N Cafe is calling....).

I don't recall a lot of traditions in my childhood - that's not a complaint, so much as it is a fact. There's much more predictability with Dear Hubby's family. I'm sure the time will come where the boys think it's weird to go to their Grandpa's house for cake and ice cream when they'd rather be off gallavanting with friends. My hope is that eventually they, and their wives, will come to accept - nay, embrace - that this is the way our clan rolls. :-)