There was one final step. We had to make sure the grill would light. My father and I determined we would light a match, throw it in, and turn the knob at the same time. And pray.
My son is obsessed with winning in sports, and nothing else matters. I wonder if he is too competitive, and what kind of child are my wife and I raising.
Any of you feel like your parenting masters no matter how many years experience you have? Yeah, me neither. I’d settle for pretty good. Some days I’d take not awful.
There’s no secret formula to forming those traditions – at least none I’m aware of. Well, repetition seems like a needed ingredient.
Even if we don’t remember all the details – and no one does – we remember snatches of time and the feelings they gave us then.
We appreciate the hum of crickets, bunnies running around freely, and the thrill of the UPS delivery in the suburbs. But stil …