But whenever I make sugar cookies, I always get very reminiscent...
Baking sugar cookies with my Mom (or once in a seminary kitchen) preparing for Christmas:)
See....
They were for someone very special.... no NOT Santa... LOL!!
They were for my Dad...
someone I wanted to please soo badly...
he didn't live with us and we visited with him a couple weekends a month. And he was the type that already had EVERY trinket and toy a guy could want. So what could a little girl do at Christmas???
Bake cookies:) And oh, I DID bake... I loved to see them all over the counters... cooling off or waiting for sprinkles or for the icing to dry enough to pack!
I just LOVED to give them to him. Have him open them and taste his first cookie! And I fussed at my brother for trying to eat all Dad's cookies... so when my brother moved in with my Dad I started to make him his own couple of batches;)
Day is Jan 10th... and 8 years ago my Dad passed away totally unexpectedly... he was almost 48 years old. Because this day is soo filled with mixed feelings.... sadness and gratefulness to that God heals broken hearts... I've blog about everything before... here 1st and then here.
It's funny though how simple things in my life now with my kids still remind me of my Dad... like making sugar cookies:) It's bittersweet!
I have to finish this post with the other side of my "sugar cookies for Dad" story....
After my Dad's funeral, a lot of the family got together at my uncle's house and somehow we ended up around a table telling stories about my Dad with my mom and her 4 sisters (a great bunch!!)! And someone mentioned about me making sugar cookies for him each year for Christmas...
I don't remember word-for-word how the conversation went, but I jokingly fussed at my brother for eating all Dad's cookies all the time...
and that's when they TOLD ME...
My Dad loved sugar cookies, but he hated the store bought icing I had been using when making his:) He really liked the confectioners sugar and milk/water mixture that my mom had helped me make those first few years...
he'd tried to get rid of the cookies after eating a few... maybe to please me!!!! And that's when my brother came in handy:)
I have to admit I was disappointed that after YEARS of making cookies that I thought he liked, that he really didn't like them. And that it was such an easy change to make.... really easy change!!
Looking back though, I laugh and think it's sweet! He was trying to make me happy, by showing me that he was pleased with them :) Even when he didn't really like them.
And I recognize how my desire to please my Dad was faulty because I really didn't know him as well as I thought.... what a challenge for me in "pleasing" my Heavenly Father!! For me to study God's Word for HIS wisdom and truth and apply to my life in every way possible!
I'm so thankful for the memories, special dates and even bittersweet times with the kids that act as reminders of my Dad. And even thankful for the sweet tears shed over how much he has missed as a grandfather and father of a "grown" girl;)
2 comments:
I'm so sorry you lost your father, especially with him being so young.
That really is sad that they told you about the cookies :(
I am so sorry about your dad. What a great story though.
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