When I was young, my grandma and I used to play with a mini mailbox for hours. We would write each other notes and deliver them to her toy mailbox where the other person would come and collect them and read them aloud. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t read or write at the time, my grandma always translated my letters and read mine for me. The excitement and joy she got at reading each letter was matched only by my own, and these are some of my very favorite memories of her.
A different holiday tradition: Reindeer In Here
Yes, I know it’s too early to be talking about Christmas, but hear me out on this one. Call it Christmas in July, if you will. I’m talking about a new Christmas tradition for families that’s full of fun and friendship, without any of the stress of other “magical” holiday traditions. Last year, dad author … Read more
