He graciously opened up his home to us and we spent a few days with him. Somewhere along the line we got to talking about my writing, chocolate and my love of both. "So, you must own a Chocolate Bible," he said. I laughed and said, "Well, if there was such a thing I'd own it. Huh, what a concept, a Chocolate Bible. Somebody should write one." I remember the funny look he gave me but he simply smiled, sipped his coffee and we went on with our conversation.
About a month after returning home to our little apartment a package arrived in the mail from my husband's uncle. Odd, he'd already given us a wedding present. But wait, this was addressed to me, not to the both of us, with a note: "Thought you might want this."
I do.
