On the day Paul left for Iraq, I had to run to the store for a few things. As I walked down the ice cream aisle, I realized that my husband was the one that usually bought the fun foods. I tend to buy the sensible ones. It struck me that life without him here was going to be a little like plain vanilla ice cream--still sweet, but not nearly so delectable!
When I got home, I told him about this revelation and then said to him, "You are my chocolate syrup." Our son, Micah, thought that was so funny-- daddy being mommy's chocolate syrup! From that conversation was born our blog title. I love chocolate syrup, and Paul loves cookie dough. We are trying with God's help to cherish the sweetness of each other even though we are so far apart!
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