It doesn't seem as though it has been almost 30 years since I have seen my mother. There are days and weeks I don't think of her, but today being her birthday she has been on my mind alot. A couple days ago I made cookies with my grandaughters with her 'shooter' machine. My sister Lissa has had this contraption in her cupboard for years just because it was mom's and gave it to me this past summer. I had to at least try it once! The cookies didn't taste as good as the cookies mom made, but the tradition has been passed down to another generation.
Love you. Mom!
Until next time,
Happy Quilting.
