Baking together was helpful, but there were a few moments of awkward silence. Which were usually cut short by sloppy flour kisses and cookie dough snowball fights. I hate to linger on just one little thing, but I can't help it. Just the thought of him not living here anymore... I know we could make it through, it's not like he'd be going that far at all.
Boo to watching Meet Me in St. Louis just at the moment Judy Garland sings "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas". I feel Tooti's pain as she clobbers all her snowmen. And then Tooti and Esther just hold each other crying. There's a way to brighten moods. Mer.