The little things

I was sitting in the airport after the first short leg of a cross country flight with pressure in my ears.  I’ve been battling a cold and they siezed up (not even sure what word to use to describe that) during the planes descent.  After wandering the terminal yawning and swallowing for a few minutes I purchased some medicine and something to chew on: starbursts. 

I like Starbursts and usually have some around the house.  Yesterday I grabbed a couple and sat on the couch and before I had the first one open #9 was charging across the living room floor eyes wide with expectation.  It got me thinking.  I can’t remember the last time I had a Starburst and didn’t share with her.  It’s kind of our thing.

So as I sat in the airport enjoying my Starburst I couldn’t help but think of her.  It’s funny how those little things develop out of our habits.  Now,  no matter where I am, I can easily bring up a memory of #9 by enjoying a little treat. 

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