Made with cloves and Saturday's milk. I raided the the cookie cutter box and found the pilgrims, and just made cookies with whatever cookie cutter I wanted, complete with ducks, though their necks broke. That day I was home with boys. Just Dad and boys. I made spaghetti and washed all the dishes, and they made sure I knew it was special to them.
I should have made more with the chocolate sprinkles. But I loved baking for my boys.
We watched The Guns of Navarone with Gregory Peck and ate cookies all afternoon. It's somehow comforting to be a girl home with brothers and a dad that you love terribly, and know they love you terribly back.