reunited

when stover dad and mom married, we made all the normal compromises new couples do- including compromises about food. we negotiated preferences such as: how well or rare our red meat is cooked (mom won- well done), if we have salt and pepper out on the table (mutual- not out), and if we have creamy or crunchy peanut butter. dad is not a big fan of nuts so he won and we began stocking creamy at our house. it has been creamy for 8 years with absolutely not one afterthought. until... the other day when mom took a bite of stover boy's sandwich made by a mommy friend. in that bite, we were reunited- crunchy peanut butter and me. i couldn't believe that a thousand trips to the grociery store, a million peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and three pregnancies hadn't rekindled the romance. the important thing is- we are now reunited. it's good to see you again love!