cookies

My daughter started first grade last week and as soon as she got on the bus I was hit by another wave of feelings about how big she’s getting and how quickly time flies. The umbilical cord is cut on a daily basis, it seems, and it still smarts every time it is snipped.

Get used to it, you say?

Oh I’m used to it. But that doesn’t mean it gets any easier to take.

I promised to make the kid chocolate chip cookies to celebrate her first day of a numbered grade. That’s what I said out loud at least. To myself (and to this blog, I suppose), I admitted that I poured my achy, breaky heart into cookie baking because I miss my kid when she’s not around and wanted to offer her a sweet little reminder of my love.

I see nothing wrong with that.

I was glad to see I wasn’t alone. When I got to the store later that day to grab extra ingredients, there were a handful of women in the baking aisle, stocking up on brown sugar and chocolate chips too. The photo above is the result of my labor. It’s a Giada de Laurentiis recipe, but this time I left out the hazelnuts. Nuts or no, it’s a favorite in my house, especially with an ice cold glass of milk.