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Memories...

Way back in December, in the midst of Christmas shopping and baking and wrapping and DIY bathroom remodels, I had many intentions of posting some cookies Gram and I made (I still will...someday).

While I never got around to posting those recipes, I did realize how many warm, fuzzy, cookie-scented memories I have of my Gram. I remember Saturdays spent at their old house, Smurfs on the television, snow on the ground, and love in my heart. Advent calendars just for me, graham crackers dipped in coffee with Gramp, many hours spent on all fours scouting out which presents under the tree were mine...ahhhh, those were the days.

The days when I showed up to Christmas and ate and unwrapped and enjoyed Christmas without the stress of being a grown-up.

Anyway, being back in Gram's kitchen, in her warm, cozy kitchen with snow covering the ground outside and she and I inside chatting and baking...it brought back a flood of Christmas memories and made me yearn for the Christmas season to be just a bit longer.

So, while those cookie photos haven't graced my blog yet, I wanted to share one with you. One that captures those Christmas memories and makes my heart swell to know my littlest is getting a taste of what I had with Gram, all those years ago.

This photo:


I love it. It also reminds me of a photo I have of myself, baking with MY great-grandma (Gram's mom, actually). I'll see if I can dig it up and post it!

Christmas memories = warm, fuzzy feelings. :)

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