I love traditions which are wholesome and memorable--those which are passed down from generation to generation. I especially enjoy those which we have observed for so long and no one remembers how they started.
For many years on Halloween I made chili for dinner. When the kids got home from trick-or-treating like it or not they had to have a bowl of chili. Some of my children like chili and some would rather not partake--but we had it anyway.
Yesterday as my daughter Cassy was preparing for a Halloween night with her family, she told me she already had taco soup in her crockpot for when the kids returned from trick-or-treating. Apologetically she said, "I wanted to keep up the chili tradition, but Brayden doesn't like chili. So I decided to [tweek] it a little and make taco soup a tradition for us."
I took that as a wonderful compliment. Hopefully some our good traditions can withstand the test of time.
We ate chili too! Not as good as your homemade but it was a must for me!
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