Some Things Never Change

There are some things that never change.
Is that statement true or not? I don't know.

Yet, one thing has remained the same throughout the past eighteen years of my life: grandpa's cookies.

His cookies have always filled the cookie jar. As a child, and even now I can't leave my grandparent's house without a cookie in hand.

These cookies aren't anything grand, just the plain old packaged ones from Family Fare. But to me these cookies are priceless. They represent time spent at my grandparents. They represent: tractor driving, tent sleeping, walking down to the river, honey collecting times with my grandpa.

These cookies are my favorite; no matter what they will always be.