I made Bill sausage and gravy this morning.... usually it is eggs, grits and toast. He didn't eat a lot of his gravy so after he finished, I took him a biscuit with molasses. He said that reminded him of my Daddy, and tears started streaming down his face. We lived next door to him and Bill said he could remember helping Daddy make molasses and seeing the smoke coming from the fire. Then I cried. That used to be a good time. My Mother, rest her soul would always make a pan of biscuits and let us "sop" the remains out of the pan after Daddy had emptied most of the molasses.
That's the second time since we've been married that I have seen him cry.....so underneath somewhere there is a tender spirit. I'm glad I got to see it!!!!