When my mom was in college, she received a monthly package from home, consisting of a pound of caramels and a box of Kleenex.
I sent my daughter and her beau a package earlier this week. They’ve both been working like fiends and have had little free time.
She called today. “I only have ten minutes, but I got it! I picked out all the toffee!”
The shipping cost almost as much as the contents, but she recognized the name on the box. “I was a little kid. You wouldn’t remember the toffee was my favorite!”
“Do you remember ‘The Midgets’ Ballroom?”
“Mom . . . what?”
“I’m glad you enjoyed the candy. Now that I know your favorite, I’ll send more. I love you.”
‘I love you.”