Today I want to remember the strawberry jello my husband, then boyfriend, made for my birthday party three years ago.
How he had gone to the supermarket earlier in the morning, chopped up bananas and stuffed the entire mixture into the freezer in a bid to speed up the process, then rush over to me to begin our weekend as usual.
The jello didn’t turn out as it should and some insensitive guest at the party laughed about it. But not I, nor the other people in attendance who really love us. My sweetheart melted my heart with his frozen jello and we lapped up all that sugary goodness.
It is in the simplest of things that the heart really shines.
Which birthday was this? Did I get to sample the special jello??
Hahahaha…your Elias is THE best in creative shortcuts. Whether they work out or not is a different story. But props to him for trying!!
Yes you were there. It was the mother-of-all surprise parties (to date) where I thought it was a surprise for Eli ’cause my brain thought Pablo was Eli’s old friend from Montreal! Uh and I totally didn’t see you? Hahahahaha