Tradition as follows...
Set a lovely table.
Make a delicious dinner.
Present survival kits.
Discuss being a good person.
Goal...
?
I don't know. To raise two conscious human beings. Hoping to give them the perfect mixture of humbleness and toughness to make it in this world. To know how to be a good friend not a good follower. To know when to make a stand and when to walk away. To lead with humility and and a kind heart.
I am just trying to raise people over here. It is just a little ol' job you know! No big deal. This once a year dinner ought to do the trick, don't you think??
New this year. One Free Personal Day. It is a new holiday in our house. Everyone deserves a day.
Just so we are clear. I wasn't' feeling so hot on back to school dinner night. The first sign of sickness for me is bad hair. Yes, I feel illness in my hair follicles first. But gratitude was my favorite word on the table with a side of dark circles and wonky locks.
Mister Witt likes his words with a side of chili.
