I'm going to be totally honest, our house is on the "struggle bus" a bit. I'm sure everything is going to be just fine in the long run, but there have been some challenges. Today I had to take Thomas to a doctor appointment. My sister had let me know that my grandmother was struggling to work her computer so I headed there after Thomas's appointment since we were so close. Grandma was not having a great day, and it was tough to see. After we left, I decided to hit this small burger and ice cream stand on the way home. I hadn't been there in at least twenty years, but my dad used to take us when we were really little. They had the best soft pretzels. Thomas ordered a shake, and I wanted a soft pretzel and a root beer float. I bit into that soft pretzel, and (although they were smaller!) it tasted exactly like I had remembered. I'll be honest, I had to fight tears. I wanted to pick up the phone and tell Dad that they still tasted exactly the same. In just a few months, Dad will have been gone ten years. I can't believe it's almost been an entire decade.
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