I forgot I love honey. My dad loves honey. But I forgot that too.
I love honey on toasted bread. I forgot that as well.
Even when I opened it yesterday, I didn’t remember.
Even when I tasted it last night, I didn’t remember.
When I reached for another piece of bread, because I hadn’t had enough, it started to dawn on me.
When I thought, maybe I’ll just take a spoonful of it, or perhaps lick the knife.
Then I remembered.
I remembered I love honey.
And that reminded me of my dad’s love for honey. It is something we share.
Thanks to my son, who gave me honey, unknowing its power, Christmas isn’t over.
This memory was an unexpected gift, delivered the day after.
The best gifts reach beyond Christmas day. The presence of people we don’t see much of and time to savor simple things, gives reminders of what we love and what others love.
Now, I’m on the look out for other gifts I haven’t noticed.
And, I think I’ll go get my dad a jar of honey.