More Than Cookies

Recently I was in my kitchen making a batch of homemade peanut butter cookies.  Dipping my fork into the sugar to make those little criss-cross impressions, I smiled to remember doing this often with my mother when I was a young girl.

I really miss my mother.  I don't see her much anymore, for a lot of reasons.  But I wish I did, I wish that we could get past some of those roadblocks.  I think she could really use having me back in her life too.

Those memories of when I was a little girl baking in the kitchen with my mother are some of the nicest I have of my childhood.  I guess I treasure them because really they are about something so much more than cookies.  Something I wish I could still have.