Today when I opened my mailbox, I found a BIG box-- and it was addressed to me! I wasn't expecting anything; no one had warned me that it was going to arrive. So, naturally, I was curious about its contents.
As I walked back to the house, my mind came up with a few possibilites, but I was NOT expecting what I found when I opened the box.
As I walked back to the house, my mind came up with a few possibilites, but I was NOT expecting what I found when I opened the box.
Inside the well-wrapped and well-taped box were 4 other boxes. And those boxes held the 50 some-odd years' worth of Mama's recipes.
The tears started unexpectedly. There was something very personal and real about having the recipes my mother used and added to for years.
The emotion remains.
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