Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Did you have a smoochy day yesterday? Did ya get some lovin'? My sweet OMP treated me right. I love that he remembers silly little stories I tell him. Awhile ago, we were looking at Valentine chocolate heart shaped boxes and I told him the story about when I was a kid, I loved the fancy heart shaped boxes that my dad would get for my mom. To me, those boxes with all the flowers and ribbon meant high society. The more ribbon, the fancier the box.

Each year, after Valentine's Day, my mom would give me that box and throw in a few pieces of old costume jewelry. Well, you would have thought she just handed me the crown jewels. I actually kept a lot of the boxes with me until I moved to the Pacific Northwest.

After telling OMP this, he smiled and we continued shopping. Yesterday, when I came down stairs in the morning, a huge box of chocolates greeted me on the dining room table. I squealed with delight! I had my own fancy box of chocolates! I was in heaven!

Now we come to this morning and I decided to dip into my box of chocolates for a little bit of breakfast. What? Don't judge, you can have chocolate for breakfast if you're an adult. You can even eat cookie dough in bed...not that I have done that this year, but you can.  Anyhoo....When I opened that box, I instantly turned into a little kid again. The smell of the chocolate reminded me of being a little girl, wanting my mother to hurry up and finish the box so I could have it to put my treasures in. I looked at the chocolates sitting there, so pretty and wondering if anyone would notice if I took a nibble out of each piece to see what my favorite would be.

OMP didn't just give me a fancy box of chocolates, he gave me a memory.

I called him this morning to tell him how much I loved him. I don't think he could understand me as the chocolate caramel was stuck to my teeth.

Me: Hey honey, remember when Forrest Gump said life is like a box of chocolates, you never know you're gonna get.

OMP: Yep

Me: Well, I think he was full of it, if you take a little bite of each one, you know what your favorites are and what is icky. You get to taste everything, experience it all  and weed out the crap-just like life. Now that's what Forrest Gump should have said-take a nibble out of each piece and experience it all.

OMP: Are you trying to justify taking a bite out of every piece of chocolate?

Me: Maybe.....

 I love that man, he gets me.


Nessa the Procrastinator said...

What an adorable story! Good boy remembering. My husband never listens that hard to me but heaven forbid if I'm not listening to him! :P

LimeRiot said...

What a good man he is! I can't wait to meet him on Sunday! Is it okay if I call him OMP? :)Hee hee!