Sometimes silly things make us think of certain people and smile. Like chocolate covered pretzels. As a chocolate lover with a vampireous sweet tooth, that mix of salty and heaven is a favorite. She makes awesome ones. Maybe it is because they are homemade. Could be a factor. In fact, I know it is. There are more reasons though.
Christmas. She makes them for the holidays. It is one of those things that shows up on special occasions and becomes a lust link to the calendar. I have to be strategic about how many of her covered delights become mine. Have to avoid hording, hiding, and binging. At least, have to hide the perception of such selfishness. Have to be creative at this time of great bounty and joy. I have to sneak. Turns out chocolate covered pretzels at 3 o’clock in the morning when the world is asleep is nirvana. An annual extravaganza of delight on dark December mornings. Mmmmmm.
It is not just availability that enhances the treats. It is the gift. Delivered with a smile from a person that is special. She gifts us with other things all year long. Smiles. Tolerant laughter at lame jokes. Quiet when others fill tender silence. Great patience. Kindness even when she is in deep hurt. She is a sweet and tender creature. She is also the mother of one of my grandchildren.
Of course that is a gift. Life says that is a linkage even when the world changes what linked us in the first place. While she is a great mother, she remains much more. A sweet and tender being that I welcome and treasure. One of those people who is kind at the core. Kindness is her way.
The chocolate coverage pretzels are good. Damn good. Maybe it is because they are made by the loving hands of a kind spirit and delivered with a smile and love. Maybe that is why they taste so good and make me smile when I eat them or even think of them. I just know I am smiling now just thinking of the person who made them….and its only August. That is such a sweet treat. Plus, its is good for the soul.
Happy Birthday, Kari
You are a treasured part of this family.
Love, Gil
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