Tonight we loaded up the minivan and headed off to my cousin's house. We drove over a river, and near some woods until we ended up in West Jordan, Utah, home of my youngest cousin on my mother's side.
It's become a yearly tradition.
It's one we love.
And not just because of the pies.
Driving across the valley tonight reminded me that it's the holiday season. We usually don't go a lot of places. It's even more unusual to drive after the sun goes down so having the entire family in the van in the dark of night only happens around this time of year. All we needed was snow. Apparently that's on its way.
Another though struck me. It's been a while since all six of us have traveled together. My son has his own car and he's so busy with school and work. And with kids doing their own things, it's more and more rare to have us all together going to the same place. In the coming years change is bound to happen. We'll have even fewer opportunities to be all together.
We were greeted at the door with a sign--some might call it a warning to all who enter--to enjoy family and food. Fortunately we were allowed in because we brought good pies. This year's event wasn't as well-attended as others, but then again, we left a little early to get everyone home so we can get sleep to prepare for tomorrow.
The Knight Family Pie Fest. Like I said, it's becoming a tradition, one I hope continues for a long time. Thanks Alicia and Garry for opening your home to us once again!
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