painful realization of the day....or rather nostalgic pining leading to emotional association...

after reading an announcement request about an international cookie exchange, a note at the bottom saying "Bring 3 dozen cookies for tasting and exchanging," i was immediately taken back home to my mother's kitchen in the weeks before Christmas. The year doesn't matter. Could be High School, Middle School or even Homeschool. The vivid smeel and excitement of the kitchen as my mom worked to make cookies. I can only imagine how my face lit up (although I am sure not as much in the later years when I was too cool to be bothered by emotional response) when the wall of spices and sugar in the air hit my face like a down-filled sack in a pillow fight. What a feeling of comfort and security. A feeling of home. I had not realized how much i missed that excitement, those smells, helping test the first batch, getting upset when I saw a dozen or two walk out the door on their way to some party or get-together (hoping against hope that the baking magic would be replicated for the cookie fans here at home). That is when I always knew it was the holiday season. That is how I knew Christmas was coming.

I didn't realize how much I missed it, but I can smell those cookies, as if I had just walked in the front door.


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