Sunday Dinners
"I didn't grow up in a family with a ton of family traditions" As I wrote this, I thought to myself that maybe I did have family traditions. I thought about breakfast every morning. Waffles, pancakes, omelets with all the fixings. Sunday was always fresh bagels. Family dinner with friends. Always lots of friends and sometimes friends of friends or maybe even strangers. Anyone who needed a place to stay, eat or celebrate a holiday was invited into our home to eat and be a part of the family. I looked to Danny and said, "My family didn't have many traditions?" and he laughed. He said my family was the epitome of tradition and mentioned all the dinners. The little saucer plates, the countless parties, the tables set up in the backyard with matching tablecloths. So of all the things we have carried on from my parents it is Sunday dinners. We always went to my parents on Sunday for a feast. We sat in the backyard, the kids played and we talked