We have an odd tradition in our family, and it involves pizza and china. But we like it, and no one complains, so I think we'll keep it.
Many moons ago (286, to be exact!), I went to the temple and married a nice man. It was the most beautiful wintery day - cold and clear, the sunshine glinting off the clean snow like a thousand diamonds. We wanted to remember that day and celebrate it forever.
But the next year, the end of our college classes got in the way, so we didn't celebrate it much. The next year, there were Christmas parties that night, so we didn't celebrate it again. By the third year, with a toddler and a bun in the oven, we realized that getting away to celebrate our anniversary during Christmas would be difficult. So we decided to change it to a family birthday party. It is the date that our family started, after all. We started a new tradition of having pizza on our fanciest dishes, eating by candlelight, and topping it off with birthday cake. That was a tradition we could handle during the hustle of a holiday season.
When Jay died, the tradition was all the more special to us. But when Trent and I married, it became a bit awkward. How do you celebrate your anniversary to your first spouse while you are married to your second? Fortunately, Trent is very easy-going and does not mind celebrating our family birthday party with us. It is when our family started, and we love our family. So break out the pizza!
This year, due to our active 4-year-olds, we decided to forgo the candles. Safer that way. But we did make the old-fashioned punch that I remember having at family parties growing up. It's the really difficult kind, with rainbow sherbet and orange soda dumped in. I think we used some raspberry creme soda in there, too. I can handle this meal.
We put olives on our fingers, dabbed the corners of our mouths with fancy embossed napkins, and held our pinky fingers out so daintily as we guzzled punch. And we didn't even break any china. Yeah, I think we'll do it again next year.