Fourteen years ago, in a short ceremony on a cold and dreary Saturday afternoon, a 6’4″ Southern gentleman and I read vows that we had written to each other. Those vows bound him, his son, my daughter and me together. The witnesses were my second eldest sister, who was heavily pregnant, and my then 3½ year old daughter.
Yesterday was my daughter’s 5th birthday. When her Mema (Grandma on her daddy’s side) called and asked her what she was doing and if she was in school now, she told her that we do school at home, and no, Mummy had not done school with her that day because it was her birthday. I explained that it was the family tradition, to take off birthdays from school. After all, we don’t have snow days. 😉
