
The other day Brent's mom gave us a lifesaver story book that she didn't want. (You remember those things that you got as a kid at the white elephant exchange when you really wanted the giant hershey's kiss instead).
Anyway, last night as we were watching tv Brent opens it up and throws me the two packs of Butter Rum flavored lifesavers. Now some would see that he was throwing me the less desirable flavor of the story book. Not true. Little did Brent know that Butter Rum happens to be my favorite lifesavers flavor. My grandmother used to give them to us when we were kids and I have always been fond of them ever since. I even prefer them to any other. Luckily, Brent felt the exact opposite about my beloved Butter Rum.
All I could do is look over at Brent and say, "Honey, we were made for each other."