Been craving PB&J sandwiches the last few weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, and that should be enough of a reason to crave them, right?
But, as I opened the cupboard to make a sandwich it hit me. Two jars of peanut butter stared back at me.
The last time I noticed there were two jars of peanut butter it was not my proudest day. Back then both jars were empty and I cried. And cried. I think I may have thrown one on the ground (plastic, thank goodness) and shook my fist at the sky.
Now I do love peanut butter, but really, I don’t looooooove it…not enough to cry about it.
Just like two years ago, I am reaching for some comfort food. THE DAY is getting closer. It can’t really be two years. It feels like forever. It feels like yesterday.
I can’t believe it has been nearly a year since I posted. I started one after Katelyn’s wedding. It is still in draft. Someday I will finish it.
I think of him every day. I hear him laugh when something funny happens.
And in case you are wondering, I make sure we are not out of peanut butter since that day.
(link to my tantrum post, even though I freaked out that day, when I told some friends about it we ended up laughing. If you hear someone ask me how many jars were there and I say “TWO!” and start laughing, you will know why)