My Sweet Babboo and I got married in 1980. One of the wedding gifts we received was an antique-styled cookie tin. Oh, it came from Penny's or Sears or some such place, but it was a great storage bin for home made cookies.
We didn't travel to Indiana for Christmas in 2000...that was one of those 'Christmas on a Sunday' (oy. see note below) years that just made holiday travel tough... normally, there's a weekend on either side of the holiday for travel, but when Christmas falls on a Sunday it's just rough logistically. So, with the extra time that year, we made an assortment of Christmas cookies...spritz cookies, rolled and cut and iced cookies...it was a big family project.
And, of course, those cookies went into the cookie tin.
Now, that was the year that we decided that, since we weren't going home, we could travel down to Jacksonville, Florida and attend Morning Star Ministries' New Years Conference...that ran from, oh, Friday night through Sunday night. When we left town, we still had half a tin of cookies, so we took them with us to nosh on whilst we were down there.
The conference was awesome; a catalyst for us as a family, but when we got home, we realized we'd left the cookie tin and remaining cookies on the counter in the kitchenette of our hotel suite.
Bummer, man.
Sometime around Thanksgiving, the kids were all sitting around the table reminiscing about various things and that weekend came up. And whenever that weekend comes up, whatever else we mention we always mourn a bit over the forgotten cookies. I commented that I really missed that cookie tin...but, well, what's past is past, right?
Yesterday, we unwrapped our Christmas gifts. One gift was 'saved for last'. It was to me from The Artist...the 30 year old older son, and everyone else knew what it was.
Y'all. He managed to find an identical cookie tin to the one we'd left behind 18 years ago.
That may be the single most epic Christmas gift I've ever gotten.
That's a great start to the year...resurrection, restoration, however you want to look at it.
The boy did good.
ETA Note: I totally misremembered that. Christmas was on Monday that year; I think, in retrospect, we just wanted to try 'Christmas at Home' instead of traveling.
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