We got a package yesterday and were anxious to open it and discover its contents.
When Hallie unwrapped the first cinnamon roll I felt the tears coming. Grandma Kaye made her famous (at least to us) cinnamon rolls and, as always, shared them with us... which is not easy now that we are 1600 miles away.
At first I didn't even want to eat them (which has never happened to me) I just wanted to look at them and smell them and imagine myself sitting on our couch in West Bountiful on a Sunday night when the doorbell would ring and in would walk Kaye and sometimes Julie and Jerry with a plate full of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. I always enjoyed those surprise visits and not just because I love the cinnamon rolls but because I felt the love that seemed to be baked inside them. I felt the same as we opened the package and I wiped the tears and thought of all the people I love so dearly and miss so much.
The cinnamon rolls didn't last long, I kept the kids away long enough to take a few pictures and then they were quickly devoured.
They may be gone but the love (and the calories ;)) that came with them is still warming us.
Thank you family! We love your letters, packages, emails, phone calls, and the comments you leave on the blog. They mean so much!
2 comments:
What a cute picture. Looks like Campbell is more impressed with the cinnamon rolls than taking any silly picture. Smart boy!
Love, Grandma Law
Can you send some of those sweet rolls our way? And by the way Kathryn you most certainly ARE a super mom!
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