There’s something special about grandma’s hot chocolate.
It doesn’t matter that she boils water and pours in the envelope of instant powder like the rest of us.
It’s what she does while the water’s boiling. The questions she asks while stirring-in the powder. The way she stops stirring to listen to your answers.
Grandmas have that way of listening, even to the stuff we’re not saying.
It’s the way she adds the right amount of milk to “thicken it up a bit.” Nobody else gets it exactly right like grandma. She knows just the way you like it. In fact, she’s the only one who does.
It’s counting out the right number of baby marshmallows. Enough to sweeten things, but not so many that they get in the way.
It’s the way she squeezes your shoulder as she places the cup on your placemat.
It’s the way she sits to enjoy it with you.
That first sip is such a treat. Is it the taste of the chocolate, or seeing grandma’s warm smile across the table that makes it so good?
It doesn’t matter. Your loving journey to the bottom of this cup of wonder is just beginning.
Funny how the simplest things in life are transformed when they’re mixed with grandma’s love.
A love she teaches us to bring to the simple things in our own lives each and every day.