One of the sweet memories I have of growing up includes the simple memory of a tiny bag of peanuts. Now my Daddy didn’t fly on airplanes all that often but on the rare occasion that he did he never forgot his 4 kids at home.
He always managed to bring us back a package of peanuts from the airplane. Now I don’t really remember if he managed to get 4 packs each time or if we had to share them but it was a BIG deal. A really big deal. It was obviously a simpler time.
Last week after a trip to California, Chris emptied his backpack and handed me the following things while saying ” I know it isn’t a bag of peanuts” .
It’s a far cry from a tiny bag of peanuts but the thought was there, wasn’t it? Just another reason why I adore my husband.
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