A tradition and my sister.

During the hustle and bustle that was December, I completely forgot to post these pictures. And now that we are smack in the middle of my least favorite month of the year, I am ready to dig out some of those pics and post them.

When I was a kid, my grandpa would bake a gazillion Spritz cookies as gifts for the family. I loved them. We all did. Flour, butter and sprinkles were the main ingredients; really, what more do you need?

My grandpa died when I was thirteen. But now, Michelle and I carry on the tradition of baking Spritz cookies for Christmas (a bit easier thanks to her electric cookie press!).

On our Christmas-cookie-baking-marathon-day, we made all sorts of cookies. For ourselves and our families. For friends and neighbors. For co-workers and teachers. I found a great deal on these jelly jars this past fall, and they worked out great for gifts!

I'm so glad Michelle and I have this tradition. With her kids being teenagers, and mine being so much younger; with the both of us working and driving kids to events and trying to maintain our households; we don't get to see each other near enough. We text, and email, and talk on the phone. We see New Moon together (twice!), and talk about books we've read and loved (Catching Fire). She asks me for medical advice/information, which I never charge her for :)

In short, I love my sister. And I'm so blessed to have her in my life. And even if we only see each other once in a while, I know she's there for me, and she knows the same.

Now if I could only get her back into blogging...

(Don't you just love how Gabe jumps into a picture at the last second? That kid, I swear!)