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Snickerdoodles
Walking into my grandmother’s kitchen was like walking into a cozy room that makes you feel at home.
The wooden spoon she never used that just sat on the counter brought a smile to my face.
My mom sat at the opposite counter sipping her coffee,
A newspaper resting delicately in her soft hands.
Suddenly a strong but enticing scent swept over me.
A swirl of sugar and cinnamon clouded the air,
Then sprinkled on the fresh, warm cookies that slept on the cooling rack.
It was a comforting day inside,
Watching the sun glisten and dance on the newly fallen snow gave me a sense of some sort of wonderful.
The mountains were sleeping still,
But blew a large breath that fluttered the snow around my grandmother’s cozy house.
A gentle hand rested on my shoulder as I peered out the window.
Then came the warm words of my grandma:
“Here sweetie, try one.”
There’s an emotion that takes you on a journey through an exciting day.
A soothing word here, a sweet snickerdoodle there;
This emotion is a cookie
Stuffed full of sugar and cinnamon,
With a side of comfort, care, and warmth.
This emotion is something we call family.
