We are a family with few traditions, but one tradition my husband Brad began a few years ago, is making pancakes for us on Sunday morning. Silly me, I told him I’m not a huge fan of pancakes, and asked him if he could switch to waffles instead. Thank goodness he complied! and now he makes waffles with fruit toppings like bananas, strawberries or blueberries. Yum!
Every Sunday (rain, snow or shine) he walks the 1/2 mile to church (you’re jealous it’s so close, right?) holding my youngest daughter’s hand. I drive every Sunday. Can you guess why she adores him? He also wears a white shirt and tie ALL SUNDAY LONG. It’s a habit he picked up from his father, and a rare thing to see these days. He says he does it to remind him of the Sabbath.
He plays “Ticket to Ride” or watches a family movie after church, and then he typically drifts off to sleep, wrinkling his signature white shirt.
He’s probably one of the best tenders to young children I have ever seen.
You can always find him holding one of his grand-kids.
He’s one of eleven children himself, so he has had lots of experience.