This post about peanut butter pie popped up in my Google Reader last night. That led to reading this heart wrenching post. Which meant I was out the door within twenty minutes to get some Oreos, cream cheese and Coolwhip.
It's just a pie, but the symbolism of taking the time to make this for my little family and join in a community of support was important to me. We know first hand how every tiny action and warm word can help you eventually get through what may seem impossible to survive.
I made this version. It was finished too late to enjoy it last night so it sat in the fridge waiting for today. Mac and I shared a little slice this morning to try it out. Sean, the major peanut butter lover in our house, is having his first piece right now.
I am so grateful for this chance to count my blessings and remember how important each minute and each gesture can be.
