It happens every year. I start making my cookies and open up my cookbook to this page.
And, I cry.
My late sister-in law Jane wrote this out for me 14 years ago in a letter she sent to me. She was encouraging me to go forward with a cookie business, so I could continue to stay home with Amy. She sent her most complimented recipe and I make it every year. Honestly, they are not my favorite. This recipe is though, it is in her handwriting and I can't get that anymore.
We lost her 12 years ago to breast cancer and I still miss her.
Handwritten messages from those we love are a thing of beauty.
