I’m up early on Christmas Eve. It’s Grandma’s job to make the cinnamon rolls, that’s what I remember…how did I get here? Oh my goodness, I’m 49+, I’m the grandma, I’m making the cinnamon rolls. And guess what, I’m feeling a little honored!
I’d say my most vivid childhood memory of holidays is Gaga in the kitchen making cinnamon rolls. And here I am! I don’t have her apron on, and roll making has changed a bit with ‘quick-rise’ yeast, but “I’m the Gaga”! I never imagined myself being in this place. Guess being the matriarch isn’t something you envision with stars and twinkles in your eyes. But this morning, I’m the ‘Grammy’. Three generations of “me” are gathered. And I am so happy, and blessed, and thankful. Yes, I do love being 49andcounting.