Ever since my kids were little, I’ve baked a “snow” cake to celebrate the first snow of the season. It’s a simple bundt cake, but over time it’s become a tradition in our house that celebrates snow and winter - and cake!!😊

My youngest went off to college this year, so this cake has taken on a different meaning, at least for me. They’re both home for the holidays, so when it snowed last night, I was excited to get up and bake this cake. There won’t be many more times we get to have this tradition together. So, there’s a little grief there this time because of the impending changes ahead, and also a sweetness that this will always be a part of our lives and memory.

Traditions are comforting and also fluid as families change and grow. It’s ok to have space for the grief and joy that happens during these when we want to hold on and also let go.

Do you have traditions like this that have similar feelings? How do you balance the feelings associated with what was, what is, and what will be? Let me know in the comments💛