Winter is not my favorite season.
Summer is easy and sultry, carefree and lively. Troubles just seem to melt away in the blazing sunshine.
Winter brings harsh realities to the surface, outlined against the sky like the barren trees. Truths that cannot be escaped as courage is whipped away by arctic winds. A feeling of longing pierces my soul, just as freezing temperatures penetrate my physical being.
As the holidays approach, I long for my amazing mom’s homemade fudge. The fudge I haven’t tasted in 15 years, but will always and forever taste in my memories. The only “cold cold cold fudge” I’ve ever experienced. The way she rushed the hot pan from the cozy warm kitchen to the outside nature-made cooler in the snow. The way I had better watch out if I happened to be in her path – this was serious business! And then the ultimate shared laugh as I mockingly, yet lovingly, imitated her crazy movements.
I miss her, with a longing so deep down inside it takes my breath away. She was everything good and right and safe and fiercely protective.
She was Christmas. She was Love.
I miss her fudge.
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What a beautiful memory. A memory that clearly brings you warmth, even in the cold, and even in her physical absence. Thank you for sharing that heartfelt, loving memory. You brought tears to my eyes and warmth to my heart. <3
The thought of you having to dive out of the path of your mom rushing into the snow with the hot fudge pan really made me smile. That’s such a sweet memory. Even though it’s twinged with longing, the sweetness of it shines through as does your loving memory of her.
Oh, this brought tears to my eyes, and a smile to my lips as I imagined your mom careening with heavy hot fudge to the outside door. You so lovingly immortalize your mama here for us all…thank you for bringing the true spirit of Christmas with this wee love Momma post!
Awe – Your mom sounds like she was an amazing woman. Treasure those memories and maybe give the fudge a go yourself 🙂
That is a lovely memory you shared. I love fudge too but I probably haven’t tasted any as good a your mum’s. BTW it’s summer here in Australia and we’re having a heatwave so it would just melt anyway. 🙂