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.
Dad of Nine 