Yes. I did it.
I didn’t think I would do it, but I did.
I woke up at 3:00am (after going to sleep at 12:30am-ish!) and stumbled around my room with bleary eyes, trying to find some warm clothes. I hadn’t prepared for this before I went to bed because I didn’t actually think I was going to get up. I pulled my favorite hoodie on, wrapped myself in my favorite snowman blanket, and stumbled groggily out into the elements.*
A few other figures were making their way across the field to the previously designated spot for star gazing. There were a few blankets and pillows already laid out on the ground, and some people even had hot coffee and cocoa.
We all plopped ourselves down on our blankets, watched the sky, complained about how cold it was, drank hot drinks, “ooohed” and “aahhhed” at the appropriate times, sang praises to the Maker of the heavens, laughed and chatted, and saw a breath-taking display take place in the huge expanse of sky above us.
It has been somewhat of a tradition in my growing up years to get up in the middle of the night on the night of August 12th and watch the Perseids Meteor Shower–because August 12th is my Mom’s birthday. We didn’t do it every single year, but . . . it’s still somehow part of Mom’s birthday to me. I love the sweet memories I have throughout the years of getting up in the darkest time of the night and watching from our deck (which over looked the Puget Sound) with my family. This year I was thrilled to be able to start this same tradition with the students at Ellerslie.
It’s a tradition I hope to carry on with my own family.
What are some traditions you have?