For many years when I visited Mom and Dad in Colorado, there’d always be a bowl on the kitchen counter full of Mom’s favorite snack, bite-sized pretzel bits stuffed with peanut butter.
I believe we all became hooked on them. Not only did they taste yummy (it’s hard to go wrong with pretzel and peanut butter), but they were Mom’s favorite.
The other day I was snooping about in the pantry, as I often do in the late afternoons, and what did I see? A jar full of bite-sized pretzel bits stuffed with peanut butter. So I had a few.
As I snacked, I thought of Mom, how much she loved them, how much I miss her, how grateful I am for her.
So I had a few more.