Today would have been her 86th birthday, but she wouldn’t have taken a moment to remember it. She would have spent the past few weeks preparing for Christmas – baking, cooking, shopping and wrapping like crazy – because if we had a Merry Christmas, then she would have a Happy Birthday.
I have spent hours upon hours in the kitchen over the past few days – baking, cooking and preparing. I have thought about her a lot, remembered the times we shared in the kitchen and wondered about the many years I never paid attention to how much work she put in to making our holidays bright. It is a lot of work. But in my opinion, worth every minute. Because when you can provide those you love with meals that make them feel loved, there isn’t much else that could make your holidays bright.
So this morning, as I sit in my quiet house enjoying a cup of coffee and big bowl of oatmeal, I am filled with love and gratitude. For the recipes she passed down, for the holidays she made so special and for the love she gave us. I will always miss her, I will always remember her and I will always celebrate her birthday by sharing the joy of the holidays with the people I love.
To me, that’s exactly how she would have wanted it.