My name is James Anderson, and I never thought my seventy-fifth birthday would be the day my family nearly fell apart—over a batch of sugar cookies. What started as a simple misunderstanding with my daughter-in-law spiraled into hurt feelings and silence at the table, but I couldn’t let that be the legacy my grandkids remembered. With a recipe in hand and a heart full of hope, I set out to remind everyone what really matters in this family: forgiveness, laughter, and a little bit of sugar.