I rushed in with the bag and my brother practically jumping up and down yelling at me to open it. He was excited about the cookies but it was the Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate and cool whip that brought the smile to my face.
My mom always bought Nestle Quik to make mine but this was different. I was instructed to make it not with the hot water but with hot milk instead to have the ultimate hot chocolate.
My best friend was right.
It was AMAZING.
Every Tuesday night when we were little, our moms would be at the lanes with their bowling leagues. We were those typical friends that liked the food more at each other’s houses than our own. So we came up with a concept where we would put a few treats in a brown paper bag and exchange it in the hallway of our apartment building that we lived in.
What was in it would be a surprise.
Tuesday surprises were a highlight of our week. We even added a note on the bag or inside to make it even happier.
Isn’t it amazing what brings joy in our youth?
We grew up in a neighborhood that was the stuff childhood dreams were made of. We didn’t have houses with backyards but we had a field, kids to play with, and so much drama to keep up with. At times, we could have taken a page or two out of The Goonies screenplay. Many friendships have had their ups and downs. Ours is no different. Yet so many years later, we still have that connection.
Today, both of us have kids of our own. Life has brought the happy, the sad, the crazy, and we live too many states apart but every so often this friend pops in my head and I send a text saying hi. She does the same. Other times we send each other funny stuff. Stuff that only the oldest and dearest of friends would know you could laugh at for the longest time.
It leaves me nostalgic for doorbell ringing days and brown bags full of surprises.
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