traditions.

I’ve been talking with friends a lot lately about their holiday traditions (or lack there of), and thinking back to some of mine. My favorite so far, is one of my own that I don’t do with the rest of my family. It’s watching the white glow of the waves as they crash against the shore on the drive home from Santa Barbara. And for at least this year it has continued. We’re almost back to Ventura now, but it’s been really beautiful. Until next year…