Saturday Mornings

Traditions....

I grew up with traditions, some of the most special and memorable moments of my childhood were the traditions my parents started when we were kids. Many of them memories now as life has taken so many new turns. Its a constant reminder, though, of the responsibility I have as parent, to create new traditions with my husband. Traditions for Breck that he will cherish later, just like I do now. 

I've been obsessed lately about when I will start a tradition. Are they holidays? Do they start when he turns 1? Is it the summer vacation we took to Tofino or one we haven't even planned yet? When I saw this photo today, I realized traditions are indeed the little things, the simple and unexpected routines we overlook. Maybe traditions are not something you plan to happen again and again, they just do. 

And then it hit me. We have, in fact, our own tradition.

Every Saturday morning, Dave and I pack up Breck and Charlie and head to Alki for coffee at Pioneer and then off to the park down the street. We drink our coffee lounging in the chairs with Breck climbing all over us and both he and Charlie begging for a bite of our breakfast treat. We look at the water and remind ourselves how lucky we are to live here, in these moments, in this place, it feels like vacation.

Today was a new twist on a normal tradition- Fall. Gone are the shorts and t-shirts, replaced by signs of cooler days coming with hats, coats and sweaters. This is Breck at the park, in his swing he loves so much. He's loved swinging since he was born. It was the perfect Seattle Fall morning- blue sky, sunshine and cold. Even more special, Breck debuted his new hat made just for him his Nana-- my mom. 

I cant wait to see how this photo evolves overtime, documenting the dramatic change in Breck as he grows up, captured during an unchanging tradition, called Saturday morning.