valentines cookies

for lunch i'd heated up some lentil soup i'd made a few days ago.

me: adam, do you want some?

adam: no. it's bisgusting.

me: adammm.

adam: i mean, it's gross.

me: silent, lifting an eyebrow.

adam: i mean, no thank you. mommy.

saturday mom came over and we made heart sugar cookies together. it was fun to apron-up and have some time to relax and bake together. Bailey rounded out the multi-generational bake-athon.

i remember my granny baking. and making fudge. a

nd making mints. and home-made ice cream. and all sorts of sweet delights. and her hands look just like mom's. (except they must have been shorter, since she was 4'9").

i

remember being just below counter height. i would reach my arm up on her washer/dryer and snag a few mints or whatever was laid there cooling or drying or waiting for consumption.

it was a perfect spot for her to un-pan her creations. because of the two entrances, it made for a butler's pantry for her, and a quick get-away for me.

we made great memories at my granny and grandpa's house. i hope that the few times we get together with mom and dad make just as sweet memories for my kids.

it's the little things.