Today I ate a Christmas burrito.
My dad came up with the concept as a fun way to eat leftovers.
Well, he learned about the English’s version called Bubble and Squeak from our friends, the Vospers.
The idea of putting it in a tortilla was his own.
We spent the day packing and purging after a small basement flood on Christmas night. (It came a bad storm that afternoon, which led to an overflow of water on our property.)
No worries, though, because it’s all been cleaned up now. Nothing major was lost to water damage.
As tiring as the process has been, I’ve enjoyed working with my family and being around our house.
My favorite part of the day was when my dad found an old journal from his 6th grade year. We read the entries aloud at lunchtime.
Let’s just say that my dad’s always been a funny guy. The journal was filled with pictures, misspelled words, and all the cuteness that comes with childhood.
I’m not an overly sentimental, let’s keep everything kind of person, but finding this journal has me thinking:
We ought to keep some things from every part of our life. It’ll make for some great conversations later.