Thanks to the Post Office, and my wonderful cousin Janet, we had a little miracle on Libbit Avenue this year.
A lost recipe from Mom. Not just any recipe, but one that tastes exactly like Christmas.
Turned out, I had everything I needed in the cupboard**. I doubled the recipe, diligently following her handwritten notes on the back***. As the bars were baking, the house began filling with the unmistakable scent of warm cinnamon and spice. Now thoroughly in the mood to tackle a task I'd been putting off for far too long, I finally pulled the holiday boxes out of the garage to start decorating.
And there she was.
Almost like the cane left in the doorway at the end of my favorite Christmas movie of all time. I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both.
I hope your holiday was full of warm, spicy, heartstring-tugging miracles, too.