Every Thanksgiving morning I wake up
and smell the great cooking done by my wonderful
mother. As I look around the kitchen there is One thing
missing and that is a Pumkin Pie. I aways ask where it is and
she always says she is waiting for me! As we finger through the
recipe and double check our work we know we mastered it and can't
wait for the master piece to be done. As we open the oven we find out that
our master piece was not what we expected . We laugh about it and look back
at what we did wrong, but as we realize we did noting wrong, we spent the time
together and Made a memory and that was the master piece.....
I'll take it--and then you'll have one more thing to be thankful for!
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