I am a firm believer in creating your own traditions and in celebrating the simple moments.

 For that reason, today is a family holiday. Every year on August 19th my little clan observes Scituate Day – the anniversary of the day we moved to to our home.

My husband grew up here and I was raised in the next town over. When we were still dating we dreamed our little dream of raising a child in Scituate – and now here we are, and that’s worthy of festivity.

We stopped over at the Lighthouse:

and hot dogs were had.

All those specialty hot dog names refer to Scituate neighborhoods and landmarks.

Rocks were balanced on.

We saw dogs enjoying the water – because let’s face it, Scituate is a dog town – and it was good.

We stopped by the Mann House, where we saw an early precursor to the modern-day snowplow:

and a birthing bed with a quilt made by second graders in 1986 to celebrate Scituate’s 350th anniversary. Both made me feel old, but in an acceptable way.

And then we went down to the harbor and had ice cream at Nona’s.

It was good.

We still have a walk on the beach and dinner on the back deck to fit in… all reminders of how lucky we are to be here in Scituate.

Life is good.