Addie remembers everything.

My daughter turned 9 in September, and I am constantly amazed by the memories she can pull seemingly out of nowhere — a conversation from years ago, a place we went once, something somebody said that I have completely forgotten.

Every now and then, she’ll remind me of a moment I barely remember, but to her, it mattered enough to keep. Sometimes I wonder how many little moments like that she has stored away, waiting to surprise me years from now.

That has been on my mind as we put together this issue of Discovering Bulloch, centered on the theme “At the Table.”

When I think about what brings my own family together, Sunday lunch with my parents comes to mind. We often eat together after church, and there is usually some back-and-forth over who gets the bill.

At home, though, the table isn’t reserved for meals alone. It’s also where we complete homeschool lessons, get crafty, play board games and decorate cookies for nearly every holiday Addie can convince us should involve icing and sprinkles. (That’s all of them.)

When we do sit around it to eat, we have a few little routines that have become part of our family rhythm. We keep sets of conversation cards with questions meant to get everybody talking — things like, “What is the best trip you’ve ever taken?” or “If you could meet anyone from history, who would it be?”

Addie loves them so much she sometimes forgets to eat, too busy making sure everybody answers.

I often ask her and my husband to tell me the best thing and the worst thing about their day. My husband’s best thing is almost always the same: “Coming home to my girls.”

It’s usually Addie who blesses the food. But instead of the classic “God is great, God is good” prayer, somewhere along the way she came up with her own:

“Thank you, Lord, for our lovely food, and our family and friends, and that we have good dreams tonight, and that Emme has a fun time in heaven. Amen.”

Emme was my mom’s boxer, and she died two years ago. Addie still includes her.

Now that she’s older, she’ll add to the end. She prays for family members, shares her fears and thanks God for whatever next big thing she’s looking forward to.

There are plenty of other things that have simply become part of us. Pizza on Friday nights. Coke floats every Christmas Eve. The double chocolate chip cookies my husband always requests. Dancing — badly — while making dinner in the kitchen.

None of them are especially grand. We didn’t sit down one day and decide they would become family traditions.

We just kept doing them, and enjoying them. And somewhere in the repetition, they became ours.

That same idea runs through each story in this issue. Lisa Linen’s memories around her grandmother’s table remain at the heart of her business now rooted in hospitality and making room for others. Hunter Anderson is carrying on more than 150 years of family farming at Mill Creek Farms. The inaugural Black Creek Outdoor Classic will bring families together outdoors around a shared purpose. And in their own words, our readers share their favorite traditions, many of them wonderfully ordinary — Sunday dinners, oyster roasts, Christmas brunch and camping trips.

They are the things people keep doing because they enjoy being together.

That’s something Addie has taught me without even trying: The things we repeat become the things our children remember.

She couldn’t care less about which holiday plate we used or what we actually ate for dinner. She may not remember every question we pulled from those cards, or whether the kitchen was clean when we danced in it.

But I’m confident she’ll never forget how much her momma and daddy adored spending time with her.

Those are the memories I hope she keeps coming back to.