Chocolate Covered Cinnamon Bears

I have to pay a belated tribute to my sweet husband. For our anniversary back in February, J heard me say that one of the things I miss most about my college home town was the chocolate covered Cinnamon bears. So what should arrive by mail from in sister-in-law in a beautiful little BYU Bookstore bag the day before our sixth anniversary? A happy little one pound package of chocolate covered Cinnamon bears. This week I ate the last blessed one! I stretched it out to last all these glorious weeks, eating one or two here and there. Now and again I shared. But mostly I just savored them myself.

These yummy bears of goodness bring back great memories of studying late into the night at the food-banning Library and sneaking in my bag of non-drowsy bears tucked in the deep recesses of my backpack. I remember 1/4 lb bag-fulls taken to International Cinema to enjoy while I watch Chinese and Latin American movies for my humanities classes. Best of all I remember buying bags by the pound during the two-day pilgrimage my sisters and mother and I would make to BYU Women's Conference every Spring. Oh how we bonded over those bears. I think we get it from my mother. It must be in my blood.

Thanks, good husband, for the wonderful walk down memory lane!