I just made my mom's fruitcake recipe for the very first time.
I've realized that for ALL the years, and ALL the cakes she made, it was truly out of love. This recipe is not an easy one and requires a lot of physical work/stirring/hand mixing.
For a tiny woman whose health was constantly diminishing, there is only one reason to expend this amount of energy.
I think back about the recipients who disdained her gift because...well, you know..."fruitcake". I suspect it wounded her heart to have the physical manifestation of "the words she couldn't say" rejected.
For the record, I never rejected her fruitcake because I LOVE fruitcake. She would make two for us; one for me and one for the Hubster. We sometimes managed to make our fruitcakes last for a month - but never longer.
I find it sad that sometimes, it takes a very long time for us to understand, value and be grateful for the gifts we have been given.
It wasn't a fruitcake.
It was love.
Have you ever had a holiday revelation about your loved ones? Did the new knowledge warm your heart with understanding and gratitude?
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May your holidays be easy and filled with the warmth of overflowing hearts.