My favorite tradition while growing up was lighting the advent wreath. I am not sure why, could be my fascination with fire or that it was a way to count down the weeks to Christmas. Every year I think about making one but I'm always too late and never get to the craft store.
This is the first year that baby girl got to light a candle in the wreath. Her main motivation for going to Sunday school, besides the crafts, was the chance to light the pink candle. The first week she was told that it would be lit on the third week of advent and she agreed to wait. The second week she cried because she had to wait another week. And finally the third week came and she woke Sunday morning – throwing up.
She got to light to the last candle and she had to wear a purple dress in honor of the occasion.
Happy Christmas eve.
