i feel pretty dang lucky to be a part of a community that embraces traditions and adventure. we have gone to swan's trail farm with our friends tessa and jeremy since before any of us were married. the first year we were pretty sure we were the only folks there without a baby elaborately tied onto our chest or a slimy toddler chasing after a goat with a candied apple. we had plenty of fun without any little ones that first year as we sang and danced "the twist" in the muddy rows of corn and practiced smeyesing for each and every picture.
i am pretty particular about my traditions. i like things to be exactly the same as they were the year before. in fact, i even make us all sit in the same spots for the same pictures year after year. the back row of the hayride makes for the best pictures, duh. (jordan especially finds this part of our adventures
so, i've been thinking... maybe i've been wrong all along. maybe when we sit down at the same red and white checked tablecloth to eat the same pulled-pork sandwiches and swat at the same bees we swatted at the year before maybe nothing is really the same. maybe the best part of traditions is that they highlight the changes from the year before, not that they remain constant and, no matter how hard i fight it, things keep changing. surprisingly, and despite myself, i'm finding that i am not just tolerating, but down-right loving the changes. maybe someday soon i'll even let us sit on a new bale on the hayride. but, seriously folks, don't hold your breath on that one.
|three years of the johnsons and morrises (in the same spot!)|