Got a call from my brother Dave. He is bringing his grandson DJ to visit Dad. Three generations of Davids, meeting at Grandpas (Dads).
I decided to make some Snickerdoodles, as they are dad's favorite. He usually doesn't have them because of his diabetes, just for special occasions, and not too many (occasionally he sneaks one, lol).
Isn't This Mixer So Cool And Different
First of all, I could only make a half batch as I had one egg. But, I started. Then I noticed mom's white mixer, the white counter, and some white flowers (left-overs from a little bouquet, I can't stand to throw them away till the last flower fades). And it struck me, I had left here 40 years ago, but this is still home.
Voila! Snickerdoodles On Mother's Violet China
So I took some pictures and wrote this post. I'm really missing my mom today. So much of her is still present in the shadows of this kitchen.
The Card My Brother Bought My Father
Love you Mom!
Blessings,
Theresa @ Cottage Violets
