She started making them for the Christmas season, and would freeze them as she went along. Come Christmas time out came the containers and we ate till our heart's content. On top of that we had lots of pumpkin pie and whatever else suited our fancy that year. Nobody was allowed to open presents until everyone was done eating. We had so many people come over that we had to have a kitchen table put in the living room and all the fixings were in the middle of the table. The kids were made to sit at the kids table in the kitchen. I guess this is what Christmas was for me. Those times of pure joy when I ate my fill in cookies and then ripped open the gifts.
Then my baby cousin came into our lives and we had fun torturing him before Christmas. We'd tell him Santa wasn't coming or pretend to call Santa and tell him that my cousin was bad and to give him a lump of coal. He believed every bit of it.
Now that I am a mom myself and have a beautiful child to take care of, I look forward to making these kind of memories for my son. He's such a sweetheart and deserves to be happy. I thought I would miss those times so much, but I find joy and peace in knowing that I can create those memories for myself. Instead of mourning the past I can make and remake new times for myself and my son (and any future children).
|Noah, Grandma, Mattie|
Well, see ya'll later.