My Mom

I have to give props to my mom. She's having a special birthday today. She makes the most awesome cookies. She always used the same wooden spoon and giant yellow Tupperware bowl. A few years ago she had some health problems that happened around the holidays. As sick as she was, she still made her famous Christmas cookies. It really dawned on me at that time that when the time comes that she's no longer around I'll miss having her around and talking to her and all that. But one thing that will really upset me is not having her cookies anymore. I can't make pre-made cookie dough. I'm positively terrible at it. Ever since that Christmas her cookies have been extra tastey to me.

A couple of years ago she sent me a package at work and one of the things in it was THE wooden spoon. The handle is curved and bent from years of use and it's worn down so that it's not much of a spoon any more. When I saw that I started bawling. I had told her that if she ever wasn't going to use it any more she wasn't allowed to throw it away. I wanted it. It means so much to me because of all the countless batches of chocolate chip cookies, snickerdoodles, sour cream cookies, sugar cookies, etc. she's made with that spoon. It's truly one of my most treasured possessions.

Now she uses a fancy plastic "wooden" spoon. She likes it better and that's good and all, but it's not THE spoon.

Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.