we don’t have a lot that passes as family traditions — my father cooking great breakfasts, his menu for thanksgiving/christmas dinner.

somehow a small wooden rocking chair has lasted through the decades of our tushies to be featured in three generations worth of 18 month birthday photos.

that’s gramma on the top right, and it’s been 65 years (almost to the day) between her picture and the one we took today with sparklet.

amazing.