The Washington Post – Casey Seidenberg
I often wonder which family memories will stick in my children’s minds as they grow up and craft lives of their own. Will it be the forced family hikes, the loud and competitive game nights, the trips we’ve taken where the suggestion of a hotel room seemed more enticing than the destination itself? Or will it be the smaller, less structured times together hanging out on the couch watching a baseball game or laughing over a big pancake breakfast? (more)