I quick late night post before heading off to bed. Jayme is fast asleep feet from me as I type this, rarely is she in the room for these events, but between her delusional sleepy haze and her horrific vision I think I will be okay. I wanted to write quickly about tradition and what it means to me.

Previously I talked about making pancakes in the morning, or an annual family excursion. But tradition is different from traditions to me. While all those traditions (such as going up to Mille Lacs with Jayme’s family) will be something I look forward to, I am looking forward to us being the tradition. Heisman, Nobel, Pulitzer, these names are legendary in their fields, they ARE tradition. Now I never expect our love to inspire a trophy or award, but I want it to be synonymous with the greatest of love. And that tradition and legacy are created with each kind word, selfless gesture, and unprompted moment of romance. This love is hard work, it takes effort, but if I want our love to be steeped in tradition, we need to steep our tradition in love. That is a challenge that I am up for.