Today was the one day out of the year that I make time to dive into a much-loved family tradition of making my grandmother's sugar cookies from scratch. The recipe is called Mrs. Morris' cookies, although I do not know who Mrs. Morris is. All I know is this was my FAVORITE dessert at Christmas time out of the entire "treat train" my grandmother displayed on Christmas morning. Of course, I think of my grandmother, Jajo, every time I make these cookies. I miss her greatly, but enjoy the memory of thinking of eating these cookies every year at her house. I think there were a few times she thought about NOT making them because there were other things that people liked better like her homemade fudge. But she always made them for me--she knew they were my favorite. This is actually a tribute to both of my grandmothers, as Mamps, gave me the rolling pin that I used on the dough today as a wedding gift. As I was rolling out the dough, I thought about all of the times that my grandmother's hands went to all of the trouble of making these for us. I thought about my own mom's hands who had to year after year---fight little hands getting in the way of rolling out the dough and waiting patiently for Kayla and me to use our cookie cutters to make our cookies. My prayer as I made the cookies was that I could be a set of Jajo's, Mamps' or mom's hands to someone who needs a taste of Jesus this season. So to all of the moms and grandmothers who make sugar cookies.....Merry Christmas!
