Family traditions

General Conference has come and gone, and the holidays are fast approaching, reminding me of family traditions. Our traditions are pretty low key. We go to church together. The night before General Conference, the boys sleep in a tent in our living room, making sure that the door of the tent is facing the nearest temple. We have Family Home Evening on Mondays. We eat blue pancakes for breakfast on BYU’s opening game day for football.  We read Luke 2 on Christmas Eve. And every summer, my husband and I celebrate Clutch Day.

Clutch Day is a holiday of our own making. It commemorates the day that God intervened in my life, causing the clutch in my fresh-from-the-shop Honda to fail and postponing my move to the West coast by one week. It reminds me that God knows me, He loves me, and He keeps his promises to me. It makes me want to do better. Here’s my story (the brief version):

Michael was my dream man. We dated for 6 months and then broke up. He felt strongly that it was the right thing to do. I was devastated, but took some comfort in his assurance: “God will not let your husband get married without you.” For an entire school year, we dated other people. As the year went on, our paths crossed more and more. We saw each other in group settings. We were still friends.  I finished my university coursework in April and landed my dream job in the Bay area, which would start in July. About a week before my scheduled move, I took my car to the shop to have a complete overhaul. “Check everything and fix it all,” I instructed the mechanics. They were quite thorough, and my bill reflected it. The night before my move, the clutch went out. This should never have happened, given the recent inspection and work done. However, it proved to be pivotal for the direction my life would take. I ended up staying in town an extra week, during which time, Michael and I started dating again. We got engaged that fall, and 8 weeks later, we were married.

Ten years, three kids, seven apartments, and one house later,  it is still a miracle worth remembering, and I would do it all again (only I would cry less when he broke up with me, knowing that we’d eventually end up together.)

What holidays do you celebrate? What miracles do you remember? What traditions are important to you?

  • Shaun

    I love this story, but I’m biased as I am the brother-in-law of the author. One favorite detail that she forgot to mention was how during that week she called her mother early (5am?) in the morning to let her know that Michael and she were getting married. “Does Michael know?” “Not yet.” “Call us when Michael knows.”

  • Tanya

    Awww, I love the story!

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  • Elizabeth

    I love it! I remember when you told me this story way back in LA… when we were both living there! Very beautiful :)
    Some of my favorite family traditions are making a “shepherd supper” for Christmas Eve, mango salsa and tortilla chips for General Conference, bike rides, playing games together after Sunday dinner, hiding Christmas, and whistling the Hallelujah Chorus and Pachelbell’s Cannon after reading Luke 2. I can’t wait to someday start family traditions of my own! I’m sure some of these will carry over too. I miss you and your family! It looks like it’s probably going to be at least another 18 months before I see you again! I leave in just over 2 weeks!

  • Kevin Barney

    Very sweet! Michael’s a lucky man.

  • Paula

    What a beautiful beginning & testament that God cares for us & is in our lives abundantly. We must just open our hearts.