Cookies

For me Cookies are something that always remind me of my Grammy.  As a child I knew that even if my parents said no, that I would still get a cookie (or two) before dinner when we were at Grammy's house. I also learned how to sneak cookies quietly out of her cookie jar, Pap-Pap taught me how to do that, he was the pro!  As I got older, I still loved Grammy's cookies and especially looked forward to the tin upon tins that she would prepare for Christmas.  Later when she moved in with my parents and I she always had cookies on hand.  Anytime she baked a batch she would offer me fresh ones, those were the ones I had a hard time resisting.  When I got married and moved out, she would always be sure to send Aaron and I home with a box or a bag of cookies after our visits.  Once we had kids, it was hard to argue with her allowing them to have cookies before dinner; as I remember those special times when she allowed Jeffrey and I to do the same.  Still at 89 Grammy loves baking and loves to see the joy on our faces when we enjoy her cookies. She still sends us home with some. The picture is of the last box of cookies she sent Aaron home with last week.  Grammy has been in the Hospital since Friday and tomorrow she'll be moved to the nursing home permanently.  We haven't touched the cookies she sent us home with and I can't bring myself to throw them away as they are probably the last box of cookies that Grammy may bake for us.  It won't be the same without Grammy being at my parents. I know that she'll just be at the nursing home, but it has been so comforting to have her with us every time we visited my parents.  Sure we'll miss her cookies, but her company, and her stories are what I'll be missing the most.  She is still and always will be my hero. Thanks Grammy for the cookies, and for teaching me that it's the simple things in life that mean the most!