This morning I got to spend time with one of our
granddaughters while her mommy and daddy went
to an appointment. My daughter had all the ingredients
sitting out on the counter so the short one and I could make
cookies. As soon as they were out the door, she got her
apron, pulled her step stool out from beside the fridge,
got her red wire whisk, kid size,out from the silverware drawer.
She had obviously done this before. What she was most interested in
was touching the butter and eating the stray chocolate chips. When it came
time to bake the small batch of cookies I went to preheat the stove. The letters/code
that popped up was a mystery to me. I sent the picture of the mystery along with a
question mark. But it turned out no need.I pushed a few more buttons and voila,
the stove preheated and we baked cookies. We spent the better part of the morning
holding baby dolls under blankets. A new baby sister is expected soon. We finished up
with reading the story of the Christ Child. The whole world eagerly awaited His birth.
And what a thrill it was, and still is!
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord…”
Luke 2:11
