Well . . . . Piper and I have just laughed, talked, sang and danced through the last of our Christmas Cookies (the ones we sell), while fun Christmas songs played in the background - Feliz Navidad, The Muppets, The Chipmunks etc., one needs that kind of 'go to giddy juice' when one get's to this point - 39 dozen in! Although this year's cookies haul will never top the 129 dozen we did a couple of years ago, 39 dozen was plenty for me. Piper is 17. When I recall the memories of this Christmas Season - the good and the bitter - I will treasure this last hour with her as one of my fondest. It's magic will warm my heart for as long as I have the mental capacity for recall. We danced opposite each other, frosting knives in hand with a stack of cookies, frosting, red and green sprinkles between us. Laughing at whatever silliness crossed our brains and spilled out of our mouths, her still in jammies, me in my throw on muck about clothes and serious baking apron covered in flour. The stack of UNfrosted dwindled to zero, the rows of FROSTED grew and the final sprinkling began. Feliz Navidad came round again and we belted it out with horrible dance moves. We counted and packaged the last dozen (the special dozen, last plate always gets 15), then each took a cookie and toasted our success at surviving another year of this madness. I will always remember her smile at that moment.
The rest of my memorable moments will have to wait, it's still early Christmas Eve day and I have much to do. I've had an extraordinarily busy week. I will try to update some more tonight.
Oh, my kids on the road finally reached their destination. When they broke down they were only SIX hours away from it. Anyway, today I am grateful they are safe, warm and together. It's been eight years since all four of my children and I have celebrated Christmas together. My heart aches to be with them too.
Ginger has had her own stocking ever since she joined our family, and yes - of course - Buntah has one now too!!!
The rest of my memorable moments will have to wait, it's still early Christmas Eve day and I have much to do. I've had an extraordinarily busy week. I will try to update some more tonight.
Oh, my kids on the road finally reached their destination. When they broke down they were only SIX hours away from it. Anyway, today I am grateful they are safe, warm and together. It's been eight years since all four of my children and I have celebrated Christmas together. My heart aches to be with them too.
Ginger has had her own stocking ever since she joined our family, and yes - of course - Buntah has one now too!!!