“Time is the longest distance between two places.” Tennessee Williams
Biscuits, though close together on the pan, are very different depending on the proximity. My mother makes the best homemade biscuits, and in return requests the middle biscuit. She likes its texture, I guess.
I have wonderful memories associated with biscuits. Christmas with the family will mean biscuits and gravy during some part of the day.
Like biscuits on a pan, families, though very similar in look, surely have differences. Some are the middle biscuits–soft and mushy. Others have a kind of outer shell. They’re harder to break into.
This Christmas, I’m on one continent and my son, my parents, and my sisters are on another. I’m used to this distance, but It’s not always easy. Though we are all connected in many ways, there is a great distance between us today.
Merry Christmas to you all. I miss our time together.