Derby Day

I love traditions. They are heartwarming. As I've mentioned many times, dad was in the air force, therefore, we moved every few years. I missed out on a lot of 'family time' with people like grandparent and cousins, uncle and aunts. For whatever reason, it didn't seem like we really had any traditional events/activities/beliefs that we kept going from year to year. I've always longed for those things. I wish I had created some of our own when I had the kids around. I had a few but I'm not sure they ever really paid attention to them. Kids...what are you going to do. Right?

Now when I get a chance to participate in some more traditional events, I enjoy them. I eat them up. I long for them. I leave them with a feeling of 'a new me'. Heart warming.

Thus, my neighbors have a derby party every year. An afternoon filled with mint juleps, laughter and conversation, fun hats, awesome people, a little friendly wagers, and some wonderful food.

I look forward to it every year now and really hate it when I have to miss it.

Thanks, neighbors...for being fun.