Amazingly, my daughter is still asleep and it’s 8:00 AM. There’s no better time than right now to make the Thanksgiving dessert that I’ll be taking over to Mom’s tonight.
I brew some coffee and let the aroma fill the kitchen while I take out the flour, sugar and cooking utensils.
Just as I am about to start, I hear the pitter-patter of little feel coming down the stairs. My 6-year-old daughter leaps around the corner in her pajamas. She takes a quick look around and her eyes light up with excitement. “Can I help? Please?”
We put on her apron and get to work. Once all of the ingredients are mixed, we pour the batter into our cupcake tins and place it in the oven to bake. Sweet scents of vanilla, cinnamon and pumpkin fill the air.
While we wait, we do what anyone would do: sit licking our spoons and scraping the bowl for the extra batter.
Once the cupcakes are cooled and ready, my daughter is back in the kitchen for her favorite part…the frosting. “Please, please, pleeeeeaaase can we make them pink?!” Trying to logically explain to a young girl that pink is not a seasonal color for Thanksgiving goes about as well as you would expect. I receive the sad, pouty face that I simply can’t resist. I cave, and we make the cupcakes pink while she dances through the kitchen with excitement.
It’s these moments that I cherish. These are the memories that seem small now, but I know how much she will value them as she gets older.
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