It snowed this week. And though we don't have many family traditions, one that we started when we became a family was to make Snowball Cookies on the first snowy day of the season. And since we like cookies so much, we usually make them on other random, snowy days, too. They help ease my pain and anxiety over winter. You know-- carbs.
There is nothing better than Snowball Cookies and hot chocolate on a snowy day. Snowball Cookies
1 c. butter
1/2 c. confectioners sugar
2 tsp. vanilla
2 c. sifted flour
1 c. chocolate chips
1 c. chopped pecans (an option I don't use)
Additional confectioners sugar (for rolling)
Beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add remaining ingredients, mix. Use a teaspoonful (I use a small ice cream scoop) of dough and roll into small ball. Bake at 375 degrees for 12 to 15 minutes. Cool slightly and roll in confectioners sugar. (I roll them twice.)
In November of 2012, Parker came home from serving a mission in Florida. I can't even begin to describe the complete JOY (there is no other word for it) a parent (yes, even a "step-parent") feels when their child, or man child as was Parker's case, comes home after being away for 2 whole years. And Parker's mission was the absolute longest mission ever. He was gone FOR.EV.ER.
Maddy's friend,Jedidiah Thunell, was there to capture Parker's arrival at the airport, and then made this awesome video to help us remember that day. Incredible talent- that boy will have an Academy Award someday.
Elder Parker Grant from Grantma and Grantpa on Vimeo.
This past August, Maddy left to serve a mission
in Denmark. We knew from our experience with
Parker that the curbside drop off is rushed and hurried, and I thought
we were prepared this time around- experienced, seasoned missionary parents. We pulled up to the curb, and saw one of her
Of all of the titles I've had, step mom has to be the hardest earned, least appreciated, and most polarizing of them all.
It suggests to some that I'm not the real mom-- and I guess if you define a real mom by genetics and gestation periods, then you would be right. But my “real mom” standards are different. To me, a real mom is more than giving birth or being able to sign my name on the legal documents at the DMV.
Fixing her hair just the way she wants it for school/homecoming/like she saw on Pinterest ... and getting it jussssssst right. It's giving her a high five after her first kiss, hoping heartbreak avoids her, yet knowing it won't. Then helping her pick out her best outfit for school the day after heartbreak happens. It means going to her piano recitals, gymnastics meets, and making sure she knows I'm cheering her on in every part of her life, whether it's from the sidelines of a volleyball game, or via email from halfway across the world. It…