I love mangos. There is no better treat than a ripe mango that is as smooth as butter. The first time I ever ate a mango was in New York City. It was delicious! I couldn't believe that I had never eaten one before. The next day I bought another one. Couldn't wait to eat it and when I finally did, nothing. The magic of the mango was just bland, stringy and did not compare at all to the other I had previously. From then on I went on searches to find the perfect mango. It was like chasing the dragon. I had to have my mango fix! I eat a lot of mangos now, and i am always on the search for a good mango.
Here are a few things that I love like mangos:
1. My husband.
I miss him every time he is at work. 24 on 24 off stinks! He is a paramedic, and I love that he helps people, but sometimes I just want him to help me. Be home with me and love me. He does do that, but it's a sacrifice for me to not have him home at all on some days.
2. My little superman.
He brings my heart so much joy. I love how he eats and looks like a little milk drunk baby. He is my everything.
3. New York City
I miss their fruit stands, and even the smell of garbage that lingers in all of the alley ways. I think of New York every time I get a whiff of garbage. It's weird, but I love it.
I miss it. I am a country girl. I was raised on a small farm. I thought for sure that I would never love New York as much as I loved the mountains ands fields of home. But it all become home to me, the busy streets, crazy people, warm subways and beautiful parks amongst the asphalt.
4. My home town
We moved my parents to a smaller home. I miss where I grew up. I drove past the home the other day and the lawn hasn't been mowed, weeds everywhere and yellow patches on the lawn. I miss the way it used to look. I loved growing up there. I loved the fields and e sunsets. So beautiful.
5. God
He is so good.
6. Family and friends
Many of my friends I consider family, and I consider my family friends. Isn't that how it should be.
Well, I'm tired and that's all I have for today.
Id like to think I was there when you ate your first Mango :P but I'm not sure if I was there or you told me the story. I remember you eating them. I remember how you taught me to save money on groceries, that was fun. I also remember that garbage smell & often smell it...smells like home. :) Gotta be my favorite entry :)
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