|This is the part where I awkwardly admit I went through a phase involving carousels/carousel horses.|
Regardless, I knew to expect the ornament each year. Some I loved, some I rolled my eyes.
|There was a Tinkerbell phase, too. I'm still a fan. But those feathers? wow.|
In November of 2010 (our first year of marriage), we traveled to Boston where I interviewed for a teaching program. We didn't have much time for sightseeing, but we did make it to the Harvard Museum of Natural History (yes, we're nerds!). The souvenir shop was small and pricey, but we wanted some sort of memento. We settled on (you guessed it) an ornament: a jewel toned, flexible sea horse, to be exact.
That's right: aside from admitting mom was right, I have also realized Sean and I have carried on her tradition in another way. Our (probably only) tradition has become to pick up an ornament whenever we travel (at least as much as possible!) Since Boston, we have grabbed ornaments from a day trip to Hershey Park in 2011 and our vacation to Maine in 2012:
|A light house, of course! What else?|
...and another to Hershey Park!