Many years ago, I received a package of Reese’s Christmas trees in my stocking. It was a package of six trees, except my package only had five. And no one in my family would confess to stealing one.
If you know me well, you know I like Reese’s. That’s probably an understatement. I can get into a fairly intense conversation about which Reese’s cup/tree/egg/heart is the best based on it’s peanut butter/chocolate ratio. Or we could discuss the best way to eat a Reese’s to maximize savoring the taste.
The bottom line is I like my Reese’s.
To this day, my daughters insist they didn’t eat one of my Reese’s trees. While I still give them a hard time, I actually wonder if someone took the missing tree out of the package in the store, and it went unnoticed until scrutinized by a Reese’s fan like me. But it has been a fun family joke.
And this year, it was taken one step farther. When I reached into my stocking, I found handful after handful of Reese’s. The entire stocking was packed! Someone commented that perhaps my new supply would last me a year.
I can say with certainty that I will enjoy every bite, not so much because of my love for Reese’s but because each bite reminds me of abundant generosity of and fun-loving memories with my girls.