A gift sour, sweet, just right
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I tucked a mental note away first thing yesterday morning as I pondered the Joy Dare suggestions for January 10th. Almost immediately, without a conscious effort of my own, a mental rewind button was activated and quickly stopped at a memory nearly twelve hours earlier. Yes, there in the kitchen, I saw myself busy loading the dishwasher when one of my adult sons approached his mama. "Here Mom," I remembered his deep voice saying while handing me a tiny green foil package. "You'll really like this." I paused briefly from the dirty dishes for an interruption that seemed important to him. "Uh... thank-you," I replied politely as he paused to soak in my reaction. "I'll eat it later." I placed it on the hutch and turned to stuff another dirty plate in the dishwasher. I remembered thinking to myself as my son left the kitchen ... "I don't want chocolate. I'm still trying to shed those pesky Buckeye and Christma...