I remember coming home from school especially on cold winter days and I could smell cookies baking from the street corner. I knew my mother was home baking peanut butter cookies. I knew I could have big glass of milk some fresh warm cookies and even better than that I could sit with my mom and talk about what happened at school that day. It’s funny how the simple things in life are what we remember the most. I am so glad my mother took the time to bake cookies for us children. My mother is what I would call an artist at living. She made a wonderful home for us. The scents and smells and colors are still with me today in my memory and my mother is still at it today.