This morning Bracken brought me a little, baby, eraser looking pig. It happened to be a lost pig from the game PIGMANIA, an old Isaacson family favorite. Seeing that pig reminded me of all the fun evenings my family would spend together playing Pig Mania. Everyone young and old can play this game. All it takes is the ability to roll a bunch of pigs out of a can. It was a regular occurrence on Sunday nights. Grandma would play when she came to visit, the missionaries would play it with us when they came to eat. I remember an older cousins fiancés intense, competitive, playing of the game. He was ahead and loving that fact, yet, with a simple roll of the pigs, the future of the game played when we all saw that those pigs were "making Bacon." He lost so bad. We little kids were secretly thrilled! Did he end up marrying our sweet cousin? Yes. But at that moment, it was as if PIG MANIA, in all it's glory, became a right of passage, a test to enter our family.
Pig Mania was simple, easy, family fun. When I saw that little pig this morning I was so grateful for parents who spent time with us. I'm grateful for these moments, these memories that bound out hearts together and strengthened our family. It wasn't the pink, plastic, eraser, looking pigs, but it was the 20 minutes sitting around the dining room table throwing those pigs as a family that made a huge difference in our lives. I hope I'm creating simple, fun, game playing moments with my kids. Moments that will strengthen them and create unity in our home like there was in mine growing up.
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