One of my favorite traditions is the beginning of a holiday weekend. Whenever I am off from work (today I was released at 3 pm, because of the Labor Day weekend) I stand near the front door and shout, “Holiday Hours!”
This means different things, to different people. In general, it means that the usual rules and restraints of everyday life (homeschooling, working, etc.) are removed, and we permit ourselves a few days of sheer festive fun.
Hopefully Joshua and Rachel (at school in Tennessee) can have their own version of Holiday Hours, even while we are apart.
When we lived in Michigan, I worked for Ford, and they shut down for Christmas. One of my happiest memories is the beginning of a long, two-week vacation just before Christmas. I would walk in the front door, shout “Holiday Hours”, and the fun of the Christmas season would begin in earnest, not to end until after New Years’ Day.
It wouldn’t be a holiday if some of the dietary restraints were also thrown off. Of course, we pay for it later …
It is supposed to rain a fair bit this weekend, but we’re not worried, as long as we still have lots of computer games to play. Daniel just finished installing Civilization V, so maybe we can get into a multi-player game this weekend.
We are very blessed to enjoy time off from our regular routine — thank you, Lord Jesus, for holidays!