We have a tradition.
If you’ve been around DRRF for very long, I know the thought of ME having a TRADITION completely SHOCKS you (wink).
My general mantra is- If it was fun once, it will surely be more fun to do it every.single.year. ALWAYS.
We ALWAYS go to Chick Fil A on “Dress Like A Cow Day”. I ALWAYS go to Abilene alone in the fall. We ALWAYS watch our wedding video on our anniversary. We ALWAYS have our pumpkin patch pictures taken by the same sweet friends.
AND we ALWAYS go to Ennis (the official bluebonnet capital) for the Annual Bluebonnet Festival.
Unless we don’t. Because when you have many small children, sometimes you won’t. And sometimes even the most-tradition-loving-type-A-accountant-mom has to let go a little. Which is why last year we went to Ennis, but not on festival weekend (which would have been a few days before C’s due date). And why we didn’t go the year before when our house was full of extra little ones. Which means, we’ve technically only been to the festival once before. The year we started the tradition.
But this year. We resumed this ALWAYS tradition.
It didn’t make a whole lot of sense because we’ve just been so stinkin busy. It seemed silly to pack everyone up and head-out for a getaway that would be sandwiched between events. I seriously debated the merit of it the night before. But my sweet husband. My sweet patient, hair-brained-idea-supporting husband. He knows me so well. He loves me. He cares that I’m happy. And he knows that this ALWAYS tradition is important to me. He knows that there is an NPR-listening-piece-of-me, that fits in best with those that are about twice my own age. Of which there is a PLETHORA in Ennis this time of year. So maybe the sum of all of that is why he encouraged us to go.
I’m so glad we did.
Our adventure ALWAYS start with a quick stop to visit my precious friends at the garden club tent (who sweetly mark out the best routes to take for bluebonnet sightings while calling you “sugar” and “dear” to your heart’s content).
And then we were off. We had the very best time just being together,
I’m not gonna lie.
I can’t be quite sure. I’m already a little fuzzy on the details. Denial has begun in preparation for doing exactly the same thing next year. When the tradition, whose sweetness far outweighed its sweatiness, will surely continue. And when I’ll once again declare
The Annual Bluebonnet Festival is my very favorite tradition of spring.
Unless we don’t.
Because sometimes when you have many small children, you won’t.
But we’ll call it an Always Tradition. Anyway.