Wednesday, January 25, 2006
I take my daughter a small glass of chocolate milk almost every night, while she is reading in bed. Last night as I was tucking her into bed, she sighed and whispered, “Mommy, I love you more than chocolate milk.” I felt her little arms wrap around me as a Hershey’s kiss brushed my cheek. Love much sweeter than chocolate warmed my entire body. I wore a silky peach nightgown to bed--and her candy kiss.