I get emotional, knowing that the blankets of memories I’m making with my family will one day come to an end.
I recognize all they will have are these blankets, and I hope they snuggle with them, reflecting on what we created together.
These memories are all I am able to offer.
I know that someday, these memories will slowly fade away.
Yet, on a cold winter day, my kids will open a closet, and pull one out, reflecting on the good times, the fun times, the silly times, and the hard times.
I think about my mom often.
The blankets of memories she sewed were so vast that they still provide reflection and warmth to my family today.
Halloween was always special at our home, especially when I was young.
Year after year, she'd spend hours in the kitchen preparing the most magnificent witch's brew ever contrived. When kids would knock on the door, she'd appear with this giant pot in hand, smoke pouring out like it was some magic entrance into a mystic dragon river. She'd dip in a large ladle, fill it up, and pour it into a cup—and the kids would sip and smile.
Homemade rootbeer was one of her many magic tricks and capabilities.
Although I wish I could make the same homemade rootbeer, I also refuse to try because I know it would never be the same, given she was a chemist.
So for now, my kids get to serve hot dogs with us, along with my secret sauce at halloween.
❤️
Jake