Every single Sunday my grandparents have tacos after church. Every single Sunday. It differs as to what meat they use, today we had chicken tacos. But I can always count on having tacos after church. That's exactly how my grandparents work, they are consistent with everything and honest to the bone. So, I got a little choked up today when I was helping prepare the taco bar. I was sitting in the chair I always sit in while grating cheese for tacos and just started to cry. I started thinking back to all the other hundreds of Sundays that I had done this exact same thing. Watching my Papa cut up tomatoes and onions while telling us what he learned in Priesthood, then looking over to Granny making the meat while listening to my Papa. It's so funny watching them because they are still so madly in love. My Granny gets so exited when my Papa gets home and he has no clue what to do when she's not there! They are perfect for eachother, true soulmates. They joke, tease, and flirt like they're sixteen years old! I have so many memories eating tacos after church with my grandparents and other family members, but mainly my grandparents. This tradition has such a special place in my heart, some people might think that it's silly, but long after my grandparents leave this world, I'll have taco Sundays to bring them back to me.
My grandparents mean everything to me, my Granny and Papa are my bestfriends, they've always been there for me, through everything. I have so many wonderful memories with them. No matter how big or old I get, I know that I'm always my Papas little princess, and I know that no matter how old Granny and I get, we will always sit around drinking cherry pepsi laughing our heads off!
So, back to the taco Sunday, I just am so grateful that we have this tradition in our family. It means so much to me, just like my precious Granny and Papa do.
I hope that y'all have traditions in your families, they sure are fun :)
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