I always imagined that we'd be old and gray baking cookies for our kids, grandkids, and great grandkids together. I imagined that we would be making about twenty gingerbread houses by the time you were at the end of your life. I never imagined that last year would be the last time you would ever make a gingerbread house or bake cookies. It is hard thinking about what would have been, should have been and could have been.
I NEVER imagined that last Christmas was your last Christmas. It is really hard thinking about what we would have been doing right now had you not been gone. We would probably be on our third weekend in a row of making cookies. We made such a good team. We had a great little system down on baking cookies. These are going to be the little things that make my heart ache.
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