Imagine coming back home from work. A surprise party is waiting for you in the living room. As soon as you open the front door the smell of your mother’s oatmeal cookies gives the party away.
Is my mother here? my cousin Kathy asked
No, what are you talking about?
Did she send cookies? I can smell her oatmeal cookies, where is she?
As I was baking my aunt’s oatmeal cookies for this blog, I thought about her and how much she reminds me of my father. Both big time huggers. Because my father never got to meet my sons I am always happy to see my aunt hugging them. Her hugs are as good as her cookies. What a perfect way to give her love away!