I love traditions. I mean, really love them. It's kind of sick how much I love traditions. One of our family traditions is our Mother's Day picnic and hike. The first annual Mother's Day picnic and hike was in 1985, when I was a month and a half old. After church that day, my parents picked up bagels and schmear (we lived in New Jersey at the time) and headed to a local park. And that's what we've done every year since. This year was our 27th picnic and hike. Well, not so much the "hike" part - it was raining and windy and cold. But it was still a great afternoon!