Long before Chloe was eating solids (so long I think she may have still been in-utero) Aaron and I decided Friday nights were going to be pizza nights with our kids. It might be homemade pizza, frozen pizza, Papa Murphy’s or Pizza Hut…but we’d have pizza. Once the kids were old enough, we’d eat pizza in front of the TV while we started a movie. Until then, we’d snuggle up and watch a little TV after dinner. It would be a great way to end the week and kick off our weekend – at least until our kids decided they were too cool for us. (But we weren’t going to think about that!!)
We didn’t decide this only because we like pizza and movies, but because we wanted to make sure family time and traditions were a priority for us. Most of my favorite memories growing up involve a fun, but simple, family tradition. We didn’t go to Disney every year (in fact I’ve never been to Disney, but I’m not bitter…) Instead, we played Monopoly on the floor in front of the fireplace on Sunday afternoons. At Christmas, there’s always a clue hidden in a certain ornament on the tree. It leads us to another clue, which leads us to another until eventually we find our big gift for the year. I love it and hope my mom still does it when I’m 40, although by that point the grandkids will probably be getting clues.
What’s the point of all my rambling?? I love traditions and the memories they make and hope that I can have many, fun, amazing traditions with my kids. And I hope 25 years from now, Chloe looks back and remembers how much fun we had on Pizza Fridays. What are your family traditions??