When I was 9, my Grams lived with us for a few years after she was divorced from my grandpa.
Church mice had more money than she did, but she loved to spoil the sister and I. She would buy us the cheapest cookies, and cheese puffs she could find, and we ate them with great abandon.
We would eat them in the living room, outside, on the hood of her car watching fire works on the Fourth of July, and even crouched in a corner of the basement waiting for a tornado to pass. Somehow this woman, would always manage to have a little something for her girls.
Yesterday, the girl and I were out doing our bi-weekly shopping, and I came across these. I hadn’t seen them in a grocery store since the Civil War, but here they were, a ginormous bin filled to the brim.
I picked up a package and sniffed deeply, memories flooding my soul.
I put the package down and longed for this wonderful woman who loved unconditionally, who hugged constantly, and who knew how to spoil a girl.
To this day, I prefer a package of .89 chocolate chip cookies and a bag of cheesey puffed air than any other snack in the world.