My, my, my, generations of pie

As I sat around Thursday and watched my three year old nephew and two year old second cousin eat my aunt (their great aunts) apple cake grinning and shouting “yummy!” I realized that cake to them would create the memories that my grandmas pecan pie did for me and my first cousins.  A pie my brother now makes from a copy of a hand written recipe with no exact measurements for everything.  A pie we all love that brings back warm memories of my grandma.

I say all this to say, any chance you get to spend time with the generation ahead of you— cherish it, preserve the family history, the memories any way you can.

- Thoughts on Tuesday