She didn’t freak out when the Happy Buddy flung sugar across the counter and all over the floor.
She didn’t mind that the snickerdoodles were shaped like baby carrots instead of melon balls.
She knew the importance for a little helper to push buttons like set the timer and turn off the oven.
She stayed patient even when it took about 5 minutes (and a few distracted trips to play with Legos) to fill up the measuring cups with Crisco or flour.
She let him have the first bite (and several dozen more).
She sent us home with 2 giant bags of goodies. And a couple of pizzas.
She praised and encouraged and inspired my budding little chef.
She gave us memories to treasure forever.
She was a reminder to me that her and Grandaddy’s faith was what God used to inspire my father-in-law’s faith which was what helped inspire my husband’s faith which inspires my own and my boys’ faith every day.
I hope that one day I will get to bake with my sons’ children’s children (phew).
I won’t be as lovely or spirited as Grandmommy when I’m 86.
I will probably be bald, in a wheelchair, have no teeth, and look like a human raisin –
But we will make some pretty scrumptious snickerdoodles and we will talk about how great our God is.
Thank you, sweet Grandmommy, for your precious faithfulness.
This family knows Jesus because of it.