Yeah Mom!

I have been feeling a little homesick lately and needed a little pick me up so...

I sent my Mom a postcard that read, "Homesick, please send peanut butter cookies and no one gets hurt". I sort of forgot about it and then today I got a box from my Mom. Once, I saw it I knew exactly what it was, but there was another surprise inside.

When I opened the box, the cookies were inside a vintage pink tissue holder that I bought when I was a teen and started my love affair with all things pink. I had forgotten about it and all at once, here it was back in my life. How exciting! I ate about 4 cookies right off the bat (yummm). At lunch, I put the rest in my car otherwise they may be gone by now.

You know when your Mom makes something that you really like and nothing else can replace it? Cookies are like that to me. I can try every cookie on the planet, but none of them will taste like my Mom's do to me. Other people may not get it or they may not think they are the best, but they might have something like this that their Mom makes for them that nothing can replace. Does that make sense?

Thanks Mom for making the cookies for me, I love them. Not as much as I love you!