For years on the night before Valentines Day I would sneak outside, climb in the back of the truck and eat the biggest strawberries in the box. They were always juicy and delicious. Sorry mom. Then one year I climbed into the truck to find two boxes. One just for me. Thanks dad.
I still get my own box every year. Because I married the most awesome person on the planet who somehow always finds a way to make sure I get my Cummings chocolate covered strawberries on Valentines day. But this year I gave the very biggest strawberries to this kid. I have a feeling there are going to be strawberries missing from my box for years to come. And they have never tasted sweeter.
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