Another prompt! What comes to your mind when you think of "vanilla extract?" Happy writing!

(These are mostly just because I feel like writing but don't know what to write about lol)

Cookie dough on our hands,

Flour on the counter,

The smell of vanilla extract in the air.

You were wearing a pink apron,

As you usually did during that time of year,

While the rest of us had solid snow on all our clothes.

Sugar,

Peanut butter,

Chocolate chip.

Those were the ones we'd make to dip,

In ice-cold milk.

We live in Texas after all,

We're lucky just to get to put on a long sleeve,

Without breaking a sweat.

But you manage to do it anyway,

Cause you're always so cold.

Now,

Back to the subject at hand.

No matter how you were doing,

Physically, that is,

You always managed to bake,

At least a batch,

Sometimes two,

Of cookies.

No matter what,

You always made all of us feel loved,

I hope that we make you feel the same way,

Everyday.

You've been there my whole life,

Even when we were in strife,

You were always there,

And I'm so glad you were.

And I'm still glad.

You still show up,

You're still there,

Despite you working nights.

You never miss a single service,

Unless you feel like you're dying,

That's just how much,

You love God.

You know so much,

About His word,

Your studiousness,

Is something I aspire to have someday.

I've always looked up to you,

And I still do,

Even if I don't say it too often.

I admire you so much,

Even if you don't think so,

Because you do so much for us.

So,

I hope you know,

How much I love you,

And how grateful I am,

For doing so much for me,

And this family.