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When I was a little girl, my mom used to make my lunch sandwiches. She'd make my PB&J's and always tell me she was putting extra love in it. She'd take her knife and smooth a heart into the peanut butter before sticking the jellied bread on top. When I ate it, I always knew there was a heart inside... with all of my mom's love.
When I went to high school, she'd still make my sandwiches... and still draw in the heart. Even though I was way too cool for that "kid stuff", I still secretly loved it.
When I went to college and would come home for lunch, she'd stand in the kitchen and make my PB&J's and even still draw that heart inside. By this time it was a force of habit. And I still loved it... it was my secret heart.
Today while making a PB&J for my boys, I remembered my mom. I asked Marco if he wanted extra love in his sandwich, and drew it a perfect peanut butter heart.
While he ate it, he knew it was there. His secret heart, with all of his mama's love inside.
