Mom, if you are reading this, know that we are eating chocolate tonight. Your chocolate. We (I) snagged some as we stopped by to drop some things off. As silly as it sounds, knowing that the chocolate is always there is reassuring. Chocolate, reassuring? Maybe it's the sweet taste of chocolate dripping down the back of your throat or maybe is the assurance that things are as expected.
You know, the Mr. Rodgers Effect. The sweater's in the closet when you come in the door. The train is ready to go through the tunnel to the "Neighborhood of Make-Believe". All things are as they should be in the neighborhood.
I like predictability. I always have. The great thing is, that chocolate in the cabinet is predictable. In reality, my mom is predictable. Good predictable. All things are right in the neighborhood predictable. Thanks for the chocolate, Mom. And, thanks for the years for reliable, reassuring predictability!
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