My 9th child turned 9 today. When it looked like I wouldn't have time to make the cookies he wanted to bring to school, I pleaded, "Can I please just buy them? I'll get the frosted kind." Ever the obedient boy, he consented. As I was leaving the room, however, I glanced back and noticed a tiny tear in his eye. "Do you really want me to make the cookies?" "Uh-huh." And that is why, at 7:45 am, I was at Safeway buying Hershey kisses and Crisco. It's why his brothers made their own sandwiches for lunch. It's why he got to bring snickerdoodle cookies with Hershey kisses planted on top to share with his friends.
All because of a little tear.
Happy Birthday, Nathan!
9 years ago
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