My husband hasn’t played a game with me since the first year we were married. That’s eighteen years, for the record.

Every evening, we sat at the table, ate our supper, then played a dice game called High Rollers. And every night, I won. One night, my husband finally got lucky and beat me. And he has never played any games with me again.

Until this week. We were talking about games with the boys, and we tried to remember the rules of High Rollers. After calling my mom and relearning the rules over the phone, we taught the boys. Now, every time we sit down at the table, Carter and Daniel expect a game of High Rollers.

What makes it even more special is that our mismatched dice set was one of the things I chose to bring home from my grandma’s house after she passed. Countless hours of High Rollers and Yahtzee were played with those dice at my grandparents’ table, and now we get to pass on the laughs and smiles to our family and friends.

Every time I roll those dice, I think of my grandma. When I keep score and tally the numbers in my head, striking through the old number above, I think of my grandma. And when I put the dice, pen, and paper in their designated place near the table, I think of my grandma.

I’m grateful for all the wonderful memories I’ve relived this week. And I’m grateful we are passing this game along to our kids. And oh, did I mention David has beaten me two more times? The wonders never cease!

What games do you remember playing as a family?

I would love to hear from you this week.