On Grandma's birthday, she would always ask for her birthday dinner to be a night out at Pizza Hut--much to our delight. We loved pizza. Grandma really enjoyed pizza, especially super supreme. Grandpa did not, so this was the one day a year that he would take her to her favorite dinner. The anticipated dinner was always on a cold winter South Dakota evening when we would all pile into the car (before seat belt concerns) and share our stories of our recent days on the drive to town. The night didn't seem so cold and dark snuggled into the warmth of family. The conversations would continue through dinner with pitchers of Pepsi and pans of pizza.
Looking back, I wonder if Grandma also enjoyed pizza because her kids and grandkids did too? As I near the age when my memories of her begin, I recognize my love of the food is directly linked to my love of the family surrounding me.
I can still see the twinkle of love in her eyes and the smile as she listened patiently to her rambunctious grandkids. A love I still carry close to my heart.
Tonight, it will be pizza...in your memory.
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