A favorite memory of my Grandma Sannar takes place in her kitchen. Grandma is standing at her stove. She has a wooden spoon in her hand and is using it to stir a steaming stainless steel pot full of hot cocoa. My siblings, cousins and I are sitting around the table, expectantly waiting for Grandma to place those warm mugs of cocoa in front of us. There is some chatter going on around me, but I'm a little tyke, only about four years of age and it has been a long day. My family and I have just arrived in Alaska this evening after a long drive from Oregon through Canada and then a ferry ride from Prince Rupert to Ketchikan. Even in memory I can still feel the foggy tiredness that is making my eyes droop and my families voices seem a bit far away.
Grandma sets my brown cup in front of me and I take a sip. Heavenly chocolate sweetness fills my mouth and the warmness seeps into my soul. As I am tucked into my bed and snuggle down with my favorite blanket and soft pink cat, I know beyond any doubt that I am loved. Sometimes hot cocoa can do that.
5 comments:
A lovely memory to keep and savor. Beautiful! Bonnie
Oh, Paula, thanks again for the sweet, sweet memories. I can smell the cocoa and hear all the chatter of a tired family reunited. And snuggling under Grandma's quilts, warm and safe, as sleep takes over.
Love this scrapbook page idea!
It's amazing how the taste or smell of something can trigger memories!
I'm with Becky, I love the scrapbook page. Very creative!
Oh, This brings back the best memories!!!
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