Houston Greek Festival.
Every year (usually in early October) the Houston Greek Festival happens. Technically this wasn't just for me, because the whole family loves it as you can see Karis got pretty into saying, "Opa!"
(Side note: I feel like it should be stated that this outfit was completely Chris' idea. You are shocked, right?! He couldn't walk past a dancing outfit that jingles for our girl. He knew it would bring her so much delight. Well, he was right, she is obsessed with it. This guy doesn't stand a chance during the teen years.)
So the reason this day was more for me than my family, and technically qualifies for this challenge, is because the Greek Festival brings back a million sweet memories. I went to the school that's apart of the church that hosts it-- Annunciation Orthodox School from kindergarten through 8th grade (Go dolphins! Eek! Eek!).
Walking around that place and smelling those smells brings me right back to that girl in the navy blue jumper and white keds walking into Mrs Berswells kindergarten class. I can still remember my mom staying late at night to help the older greek women roll out the pastries for the baklava and other deliciousness that I can't pronounce or spell. I remember our own version of the Olympics when the whole school stopped for the best field week competition that's ever been to the soundtrack of Coach Carr yelling on her megaphone. I remember the Pledge of Allegiance each morning and the days my parents forgot to pack lunch and I'd get to have tator tots from the cafeteria. I remember holding hands and my first kiss on the cheek by a certain boy during kindergarten nap time (apparently I was a very shady 5 year old-- kidding mom and dad!). I remember the reading challenge ice cream cone on Ms Paige's wall and reading like crazy to try to win. I remember the shadow of Ms Hoffine's ridiculously long nails on the projector. I remember putting paper clips across my teeth when all my friends were getting brances and I wasn't to try to fit in (so stupid). I remember how cool I thought Ms Golden, my drama teacher, was and that I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I remember dance, soccer, softball, basketball, taekwondo, gymnastics and cheer (gave them all a try). I remember early morning volleyball practice and how I wanted to play in college just like my coach. And after school extended care and how those teachers didn't pay attention to us one bit but I loved going and just talking with my friends. I remember making friendship bracelets on the blue and white checkered courtyard and doing those hand slapping songs we did as kids. I remember how the middle school cafeteria was so clearly divided cool/trying to be cool/not cool and don't care. I remember awkward dances and car wash fundraisers. I remember how Ms Veltsos, the principal, made you feel like you were her very favorite student.
So even though I'm obsessed with the kabobs, salad and baklava. Really I'm kind of obsessed with the memories of my childhood spent at Annunciation Orthodox School. My days spent in that navy blue jumper.