Graham crackers rolls are a family tradition started by my Great Grandpa. As young girls we would have to sit around the table with everyone participating and make them. Everyone's hands have to be in! The recipe can't be written down and has to be passed down generation to generation.
Tonight we made it at home with a young lady joining us. What fun it is to hear my husband telling them, "Everyone's hands have to be in!" I remember like it was yesterday bringing him home for the first time to meet my family. My Mom's cassette tape playing with old country music. Bringing my poor- only child rock head to my family of six girls was quite the shock. He loved every minute of it!
Together we have braided traditions, background, personalities and memories and our lives into a strand all of our own. Watching my husband, two youngest sons and an awesome young lady making graham cracker roll reminded me of the un-braiding and braiding they will be doing in the next few years of their lives.
I'm feeling a little undone tonight with my oldest out on his own. Times like this, I ache for him and long to pull on that strand that binds us...to bring him close. To give in to my own selfishness and desire to clutch. But he is his own man and although he is tied in many ways to his family...he is beginning the braiding of his own life.
Although I miss my son and my extended family...I continue braiding....being braided with those around me into an amazing strand that only God can tie together.
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