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Saturday Night Burgers

Growing up, I was so blessed to have my grandparents living so close to me. My mom’s parents (Mom and Pop) lived across the street until I was in college. If I didn’t like what my mom was cooking for dinner, I would run across the street and eat whatever Mom made. One day it was raining and I was running over to their house, only to slip and fall in the car port right on my backside. My mom has always told me that’s how I got a crack in my behind. 
My dad’s parents live down the street, about 4 minutes away. Every, and I mean every, Saturday night we went to Granny Rosie and Pop Pop’s house to eat hamburgers. Even in middle and high school when it wasn’t “cool” to hang out with your family on weekends, I rarely missed Saturday Night Burgers. If I wanted to be with my friends, I just invited them to dinner. It was a tradition that Granny Rosie’s mom started. After dinner, the grandkids would go into the piano/sunroom and dance while my dad played the piano. Typically, someone would record us on the video camera. This past Saturday night, we were in Birmingham (for like the 10th weekend in a row, it’s crazy) and we watched some of the videos. We frequently watch home videos because they are HILARIOUS! We just sit around, make fun of each other and laugh at how stupid we were and dumb we looked. In most of them, Ben is either in a diaper or stretched out Barney underwear (from frequent wedgies thanks to Quinton) They are some wonderful memories that I cherish so much. Now that we are older, we don’t necessarily dance around and make fools of ourselves. I’m not saying that we never do…just not as often 🙂 But Dad still plays the piano after dinner. I love to hear him play the piano. I really wish he would record his music (hint hint, Dad). I’ve mentioned this to him before, but he hasn’t done it yet. My family records everything on video. We still record us opening presents every Christmas. Do we ever watch it? No, but at least the memories are there. Saturday Night Burgers will be a tradition that I hope to pass on to many generations. What are some of your family traditions? 

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