I opened a new jar of peanut butter today. Now a days, we don't go through it nearly fast enough. One jar can last us a year at least! That didn't used to be the way. Our son used to make at least 4 or 5 peanut butter and honey, or jelly sandwiches for his school lunch along with his ham sandwiches. Back in those days I bought the monster size. *Sigh*
But what makes me laugh every time I open a new jar is old memories. I used to, ever so carefully, partially lift the inside cover of the peanut butter, just enough until I could get my knife inside and then I would print "JAMES" on the fresh, new peanut butter. Then I would lay the top cover back down and screw the lid back on. When it came time to open the "new" jar of peanut butter there was always a surprise inside! When he was just a little tyke he thought this was just wonderful that I could go to the store and buy any old jar of peanut butter yet HIS name would be printed on the inside. However, there came a time when he was too old for that and he tricked me and caught me in the act!!!
But, it doesn't end there! A looooonnnnngggg time later (I don't know how many years) I went to open a new jar of peanut butter and pulled the inside cover back and there in nice big print was "MOM"!!! LOL!
Here's to you, James!!! :) I love you!