A Hug You Can Taste
Imagine coming home from work to a surprise party waiting in your living room. The moment you open the front door, the smell of oatmeal cookies fills the air—it’s unmistakable.
“Is my mother here?” my cousin Cathy asked.
“No, what are you talking about?”
“Did she send cookies? I can smell her oatmeal cookies—where is she?”
“Surprise!”
As I baked my Aunt Winnie’s oatmeal cookies for this blog, I thought of her and how much she reminds me of my father—both big-time huggers. My father never met my sons, so I love seeing my sweet aunt hug them. Her hugs are as warm as her cookies—a perfect way to share love.
Hug back to you, W!
Photography by Pauline Stevens shop @ Red Bird’s House
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Hello, I’m Pauline
The Kitchen Press 
No one hugs as the Stevens’
No one hugs as the Stevens’
MMMMM the best!
I love you sis!
Beautiful post!
Beautiful story and photos! I can smell the cookies and feel the love, Pauline!
I am happy to know you liked it Julie. xx