Our courtship was perfect. Filled with flowers, jewelry, cards, and candy. Always candy.
As the years went by, the other gifts may have fallen by the wayside but never the candy
because we both had a passion for chocolate. It was the gift we could give each other on
any occasion and know it would be hit.
We both loved the kind of boxed chocolates that came with a map showing what was where.
Ron could easily grab all the coconut pieces without guilt because I could not eat them. He would
relinquish the orange filled ones to me because they were my favorites. We would try to equally divide
the ones filled with nuts and if there was an odd one, he would always leave it for me to have. Cream
filled were a toss up but Ron would always leave that last piece for me (well almost always).
Ron was a “feed the troops first” person. He never took the last of anything. He always made sure
everyone had a full plate before he even considered taking a bite for himself, until it came to chocolate.
That was a different story. If I got in the car and went outside the boundaries of our property and
there was one lonely piece of candy left in the box, it would be gone when I returned home. “Well you
left it here” he would say with a grin, as if that meant I had left it for him.
Who can take a sunrise Sprinkle it with dew Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two The Candy Man Oh, the Candy Man can The Candy Man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good
|I won't feel too bad eating all of these because they have my name on them:)|