Thursday, December 17, 2009
I have a crush on gingerbread men.
And I am most grateful for my mom and stepfather. They stepped off a long international flight today and, quite literally, into my kitchen. Mom, two aprons are so much better than one. You put the frosting in my genetic code. Cookies at Christmas are our heritage. Thank you.
Love is in the sleepy air. G'night. Sleep tight. Visions and aroma of sugar cookies and gingerbread men waltzing by....