Grape Soda

Where to begin...where to begin. I should probably begin by apologizing to my poor, neglected blog.

"Where have you been?!" asks my dear blog.

"In a funk," I answer, honestly.

And what more is there to say but that? Moving on...

Today, we didn't do so swell getting ready for school and it was agreed upon that it would be faster for mommy to go to the donut store and for the girls to have breakfast in the car on the way to school than for mommy to make breakfasts that would be eaten and subsequently, further mess up the kitchen. So, to the sound of three girls shrieking "DONUTS!!! DONUTS!!!" we head to the closest donut shop, which my car could drive itself to if technology were only that advanced.

So, the order is always the same: three bags of donut holes and a can of diet dr. pepper. Except today, right beside the diet dr. pepper, OF ALL THINGS, they had cans of Welch's Grape Soda. Sweet nectar of heaven, GRAPE SODA! Hallelujah and Praise the Lord, in my mind I am suddenly eight years old again, watching my mom wrap my grape soda in tin foil and writing my name in big black marker so no one on the field trip accidently swipes my grape soda. Everyone has traditions, and the Websters' were rather simple - still they were ours and simple as they may have been, are some of my happiest memories and somehow, some way helped shape my past into a happy childhood of love and laughter. Grape soda on field trip day was a tradition for me and to this day I cannot see a can of grape soda without remembering field trip days. Field trips and grape soda just seemed to go hand in hand.

So, did I purchase the grape soda? Yeah, baby! And I gave it to my girls to enjoy. They loved it. They didn't finish it and it sits in the fridge, calling me. I answered the call a few times, and weird thing is - it isn't as good as when I was eight. But, no matter. The memory is just as sweet.