The sweetest gift

So, back when I was a teenager, and my brother was a teenager, we went to this candy store and got, like, this massive bag of jellybeans, of all flavors, which we chose very particularly, for our Cool Aunt.
Because she had just had a baby.
And we figured she was getting lots and lots of Baby Stuff and she might feel a little left out and might like something special just for her.
So we got her the perfect thing.
Jellybeans.
Like, frikin poundage of jellybeans.
Had never seen her eat jellybeans before, or express any interest in them, it was just obvious to us that jellybeans were the perfect gift for a new mama/ Anyone Ever.
Must’ve been totally hilarious for her, to receive this massive and useless gift from two extremely sincere teenagers.
Just thought of this the other day when a package arrived in the mail from my brother.
Not jellybeans,
But chocolates.
He picked them up in Copenhagen, said how people love all their foods licorice or salmon flavored there but he managed to find some blueberry flavored chocolates and he hopes they are not too weird and way to go on the whole baby thing.
Totally sweet present.
Only thing that could’ve been better would be, maybe, a photo of my bro in, like, some kinda metal band t-shirt and his leather jacket, holding a program waiting to take his seat at the Royal Danish Ballet.

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Had my first ballet class Ever at the advanced age of thirty-two. Yikes.
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7 Responses to The sweetest gift

  1. Teri says:

    Love this story. Way to go on the whole sibling love thing, there.

  2. Reece says:

    But you’re not wishing for a big bag of jelly beans?

  3. Apologies for the lack of relevance to this post, but I just saw this review for Vampirina Ballerina and it made me think of you & your new little dancer :-)

    • Vampirina Ballerina looks really great!
      I googled around a little and found an illustration from the book where Vampirina can’t see herself in the mirror, and her ballet teacher reassures her that its no reflection on her talent. Hee!

  4. michael says:

    Nice story…next time Celebrations..always does the trick hehe!

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