Hello dear friends 💛 I’ve been thinking a lot lately about family traditions — the little rituals and routines that, over time, become the threads that hold us together.

When I was growing up, my parents had this habit of making pancakes every Sunday morning, without fail. Nothing fancy—just simple pancakes, always a little uneven, always a little burned on one side. But I remember waking up to that warm, familiar smell, and knowing that no matter how crazy the week had been, there was this one cozy moment waiting for us. We’d gather in the kitchen in our pajamas, talk about nothing and everything, and just be together.

Now that I have my own family, I find myself craving that same sense of rhythm and warmth. So, we’ve started making a few little traditions of our own. Friday night is “pizza and puzzles” night—everyone helps make the pizza, we light a few candles (yes, even for pizza!), and then we work on a puzzle together. It’s messy, sometimes chaotic, but it’s ours. I think it’s easy to underestimate how much these small rituals mean. They don’t need to be perfect or Instagram-worthy. What matters is the consistency, the intention, the togetherness. Our kids might not remember every detail of their childhood—but they’ll remember the feeling of safety, laughter, and love that filled those repeated moments.

So I guess this is just a little encouragement today: if you don’t already have a family tradition, maybe think about starting one. It doesn’t have to be big. It could be “walks after dinner,” or “Sunday afternoon story time,” or “Wednesday breakfast-for-dinner.” Something simple that says, “This is who we are. This is our time.” And if you do have a special tradition, I’d love to hear about it. Let’s inspire each other—one small, meaningful ritual at a time. 🕯✨