We have a tradition surrounding Thanksgiving in my house that involves eating, shopping, and decorating. After our bellies are full on “Turkey Day” we enjoy each other’s company and the ladies begin planning their annual shopping spree for Black Friday. The papers are spread across the couch with deals in every store ~ the plan begins to unfold. What stores do they hit, what time are they meeting, and where. The guys on the other hand are either smarter than that, or just not cool enough to be invited along (I'll let you decide.) Actually, I have other plans for Black Friday. With the girls exhausted from Midnight shopping, I am left to decorate the exterior of the house, get the Christmas tree’s (in-laws and ours) and prep them for evening decorating. This year was no exception. As evening approached, we got as far as putting the Christmas lights on the tree, but the girls couldn’t last any longer and off to bed they went.
We have a typical hierarchy of tree decorating – I get the top (tallest of the bunch), Ciara gets the middle, and Samantha has the bottom. Samantha isn’t always excited about her relegation to the bottom of the tree ~ but it works. Not sure how this works out, but Lisa supervises (again, she is smarter than I). So, in an effort to expedite the process, I started in their absence. I began to decorate the top of the tree, pulling the “breakable” ornaments and using them first ~ so as to leave the others for the girls.
And as I placed this ornament on our tree, I couldn’t escape the “tradition” that I held in my hand. I am the product of a Disney loving Grandmother – “Rebe” is her name. My childhood is filled with memories of Mickey Mouse “everything” in her house: watches, ornaments, golf balls ~ you name it, she had it. Which made it easy at Christmas – if it had Mickey on it, it was a perfect gift for Rebe. A few years ago, she decided to split her ornament collection amongst her eldest grandsons – primarily because we probably gave the majority to her. I have close to a dozen ornaments from her collection, and I’m not sure, but this may be the oldest I have.
For a moment I was overwhelmed. To be honest, even as I write this I am fighting back tears of admiration for my grandmother. GG Rebe (great grandma now) has had in incredible influence in my life. My cousin Scott (oldest grandchild) and I (favorite grandchild) have talked several times of how fortunate we are to be in a family such as ours. And how special we are to have a “Rebe” in our lives ~ not everyone has that luxury. If I had to assign a “life-verse” for my Grandmother Rebe, several come to mind, but not sure any one characterizes her better even now, than this:
1Cor 13:3 “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Love - thank you GG Rebe, for passing down the best “family tradition” one could hope for ~