It Was Just A Cookie

I swear it was just a dang cookie. But sometimes having a cookie after two glasses of wine does weird things to a person.
My sister Paula made some cookies with our Grandma Sophie's recipe. (those that have eaten them, KNOW) My sister Bethany brought me a few tonite. By the time I got to eat one, I'd had a glass and a half of a really really great tasting Riesling my dad (sophie's son) had gotten me recently.
I was transported back in time. I was 5 years old again, eating one of Grandma's cookies out of a tin on my parents' front porch. The porch of the house I now own. Where tonite I ate that dang cookie.
Maybe I'm just emotional. It will be 5 years this month since Grandma died. Which I'm sure is why the cookies were made this weekend since it was the 5 year memorial mass at my parent's Church.
I held it together until my sister (pregnant and I know,from experience, probably emotional) and my good friends Laura and Kim left and my kids were in bed. I poured another glass of wine (damn dad picks good stuff) and I'm having my pity party.
I just can't believe it's been 5 years. And I need a hug and my husband, my best friend, is 6000 miles away in Kuwait.