Growing up, my grandmother and I would often make cookies together. Usually chocolate chip. Often times, she would also have made cookies at some point during the week and placed them for safe keeping in her cookie jar. A cookie jar that was there throughout my whole childhood. I have no idea how long she had it but it is emblazoned in my memory.

After walking to her house after school, I would take a peek every so often if there were cookies, hidden inside and every so often, I would sneak one of those squirreled away cookies.

I told my kids this story and that I had asked for these counter jars after my grandmother passed. Penelope declared that when we finally got it, they would be sneaking cookies out of the cookie jars.

I remember one time, nearly a decade ago, I was thinking of this memory and thought to myself how someday I needed to get a cookie jar for my kids to sneak cookies from. And today, that tradition can live on, I just had no idea that it would be from the same cookie jar.