cradle of liberty // traditions born

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(A portrait of Alexander Hamilton in the MFA, which you simply must visit)

I feel like I’m not the only person who isn’t all together broken-hearted to see 2017 in the rear-view mirror. It was a difficult year for so many I know, including our little family of five. 2017 was a year of change, transition, learning and growth, and December finds my husband and I more grateful than ever for one another, and our close group of loved ones.

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(The girls and I in Harvard Yard at the Widener Library)

While the past three hundred and sixty five days presented some challenges, my spouse was quick to remind me, the other evening, that there were some amazing things that occurred in 2017 – As such, I’m choosing to focus on my thankfulness for those moments, and the memories that surround them.  God isn’t only good during the years that we are happy with the outcomes. No, He is good all the time, and deserving of my gratefulness and trust in His ultimate plan.

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(Lunch at Union Oyster House – the oldest operational restaurant in the U.S)

Sean and I decided that a wonderful way to end a year, with so many learning experiences, would be a trip. We decided on Boston. The children and I have never been and being an armchair historian, I’ve been dying to go. Like, DYING.

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(Sean and Frankie eating breakfast at The Friendly Toast, which was divine)

I want to write an entire post about the research I did and itinerary I created (maybe I will someday, but currently I’m in a hotel room with three kids under 10 years old so….yeah.) Suffice it to say, I’m crossing off so many bucket list destinations and having an amazing time, in a beautiful and bustling city.

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(The grave of Paul Revere. I may have cried. Maybe)

The husband and I have decided a December family vacation (if it’s financial option) should become a Reeves family tradition. Everything from the plane ride, to the city walks, to the early morning (freezing) walks down Boylston, have been delightful. Of course there have been normal irritations and difficulties – how could there not be? But those things are so overshadowed by the simple gratefulness for this opportunity.

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(Granary Burying Ground – est. 1660 on the Freedom Trail. One of my favorite stops.)

Sometimes it takes a difficult year (or two, in my case) to grow a grateful heart into an EXTREMELY grateful life disposition. I feel like I am continually thinking about all the blessings in my life – more so than I ever have before – and I have heartache to thank for it.

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(I’m only a *little* excited to be here. Just a bit.)

Boston has been incredible, and it’s only our third day. I have so many thoughts, reviews and “feels” about visiting the “Cradle of Liberty” but I don’t have the time to write as concisely and perfectly as I would see fit to do.

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(Freedom Trail, here come the Reeves gals!)

Take my word for it – Boston is remarkable. If you’re a history-loving patriot like I am, you’ll fall in love instantly.

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(Samuel Adams!!)

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(The site of the first U.S. Public School – Boston Latin School. Now memorialized by beautiful hopscotch ground art)

Beantown…..you’ve stole my heart.

*this is just day 1+2 of our trip, so there will be more to share, I’m certain…..

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(The Reeves take over the infamous Duck Tour. Worth it.)

Christmas came early // breaking tradition

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Breaking tradition felt good and needed.

I didn’t apologize or care that I wasn’t supposed to.

After the year I’ve had, I looked at my husband last weekend and said, “Do we HAVE to wait until people leave on Thanksgiving to decorate for Christmas?” To which he wisely answered, “Of course not! Let’s go get a tree right now. Who cares if it’s fake. Who cares?”

So we bucked 15 years of marital traditions. 37 years of resolute Christmas choices on my end. Real trees only. Christmas music in December only. NO talk of anything Christmas before Thanksgiving! No!

We bucked tradition and we decorated, listened to Christmas carols and sipped hot toddies on November 13th. A cardinal sin in my house.

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It felt good. It felt sooo good.

And maybe no one would have cared if I did this a decade ago. Maybe I created these so-called Christmas fundamentalist people in my mind, because I myself was one (although people get really heated about the Christmas carol discussion, which is hilarious.)

I was a Christmas fundie for no good reason. It’s exhausting caring so much about non-salvation issues.

It’s good to grow up and realize. And celebrate joy when needed. And break tradition, once in awhile.