I just have to post this. Now that I have figured out how to post my pics again since I can no longer do it from where I was posting them from. That's another story!!! It was Christmas Eve at our house, and to say the least it was a bit crazy. I was in the kitchen trying to get a head start on Christmas Day when number one son came in. He sat down at the table and said, Mom, do you remember when I was little and we made cookies every Christmas Eve together? In my scurry I replied, Yes I do. I didn't stop what I was doing, and then he said, Can we do that tonight?, just like we did when I was little. Number one son will be 23 years old this summer. At that point nothing else seemed important, we made cookies. Looking at the picture I can still smell the warm chocolate melting. It was a great Christmas Eve, and Christmas morning was so special because as I looked at both my boys there was warmth in my heart that they will remember their childhood when they grow up, and that they had fun making a mess in the kitchen. So much so that they might even want to do it when they are 23!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Christmas Cookies
I know it's a little late to be talking about Christmas but
I just have to post this. Now that I have figured out how to post my pics again since I can no longer do it from where I was posting them from. That's another story!!! It was Christmas Eve at our house, and to say the least it was a bit crazy. I was in the kitchen trying to get a head start on Christmas Day when number one son came in. He sat down at the table and said, Mom, do you remember when I was little and we made cookies every Christmas Eve together? In my scurry I replied, Yes I do. I didn't stop what I was doing, and then he said, Can we do that tonight?, just like we did when I was little. Number one son will be 23 years old this summer. At that point nothing else seemed important, we made cookies. Looking at the picture I can still smell the warm chocolate melting. It was a great Christmas Eve, and Christmas morning was so special because as I looked at both my boys there was warmth in my heart that they will remember their childhood when they grow up, and that they had fun making a mess in the kitchen. So much so that they might even want to do it when they are 23!
I just have to post this. Now that I have figured out how to post my pics again since I can no longer do it from where I was posting them from. That's another story!!! It was Christmas Eve at our house, and to say the least it was a bit crazy. I was in the kitchen trying to get a head start on Christmas Day when number one son came in. He sat down at the table and said, Mom, do you remember when I was little and we made cookies every Christmas Eve together? In my scurry I replied, Yes I do. I didn't stop what I was doing, and then he said, Can we do that tonight?, just like we did when I was little. Number one son will be 23 years old this summer. At that point nothing else seemed important, we made cookies. Looking at the picture I can still smell the warm chocolate melting. It was a great Christmas Eve, and Christmas morning was so special because as I looked at both my boys there was warmth in my heart that they will remember their childhood when they grow up, and that they had fun making a mess in the kitchen. So much so that they might even want to do it when they are 23!
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