When Grant and I were first married we lived high up in one of those Soviet apartment buildings you see all over Moscow. Every morning as he left for work I would open our window and watch as he walked down the block. Before he turned the corner he would look back at me and we would wave to each other and blow kisses. Sometimes he would round the corner out of my sight and then come back again for another wave and kiss. Who would of thought that that would be the beginning of a tradition that still happens every day!? Each morning as he leaves the children and I gather around the front window and we wave and blow kisses. Grant will back out of the driveway and then pause at the top, wave and blow kisses. The children are sticklers for observing this tradition! I remember doing this with baby Sammy, waving his arm for him before he was old enough to do it at our townhouse at Falls Reach Drive in Virginia. I remember gathering two toddlers at a window in the front of our tiny cape cod on Chestnut Avenue in Falls Church and waving so enthusiastically. And now for the past eight years we have gathered each morning, adding babies as they came and teaching first William, then Anna the joy of tradition.
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