I envy almost every person in the world. Especially little children. I love the way they rush home from school on Fridays and start talking up a storm about going to Grandma’s house. Well, I had that as a kid. I couldn’t wait until I got to see my Grandma. I loved her cookies and how she always baked them when I came over and pretended like I was helping when I knew that I was in the way. I loved the way she would let me eat the left over batter and the first cookie out of the oven.
My grandmother died when I was 10. No more cookies, no more visits to Grandma’s house. No more pretending to be a baker. Because unlike everyone else, I only have one grandmother that lived in the Untited States. My other one lives in Germany. So no more cookies with Gran.
I want to bake cookies with my future children and grandchildren.
