Dear mom

You have no idea how much I love it when you leave comments on my posts over at the food blog saying things like "I used to make these for my daughters when they were little". Not "for you", like you might think I would be embarrassed if you said that.

These little unstaged "winks" just between you and me fill me with more joy that you probably ever thought possible. It is adorable and I love you. Truth be told, they also fill me with sadness because I remember it so well, everything you used to make us back when we were little. And some days I still don't understand how and when it stopped being that way. How I became the mom.

I am so lucky I had you as a cooking teacher.