Each February the dear husband brings home
his annual bag of conversation hearts
. He prefers the larger scalloped ones
over the smaller version...
They are better.
Didn't know that?
Yep, that's what the dh says...
I'm pretty sure they are all made from the same recipe,
but
we'll just let him believe they are better,
okay?
I'm not too fond of conversation hearts myself,
however
I always find myself stealing a heart or two...
This year's stolen heart was that orange one.
See it?
The one that says honey pie.
I read it,
said, "no way"...
stomped my feet with excitement,
told the dh "I'm saving this one"
and tucked it onto a special little spot
on a shelf of my stepback cupboard.
But not before I tucked it into his fist
for him to see.
.My dearest has called me
honey pie
since high school days.
He would start his love notes to me,
Dear Honey Pie...
and then sign them -
Love allways,
Dave
yeppers, he always misspelled always ;-)
I always thought it was silly...
but
I loved being called his honey pie.
Still do.
In fact,
I always thought he sort of made those words up.
I had heard of a honey bunch
or
a sweetie pie.
But honey pie?
I just always figured
he got the two words switched around
and came up with honey pie...
so for all of these years
it was sort of an inside joke
I had
with myself.
So this years bag of hearts
confirms
there really is such a thing as honey pie?
I even Googled it,
&
Dr. Google confirmed it.
It is a term used more heavily in the south.
What can I say...
I was born and raised a Minnesotan,
way up nort
where they call ya sweetie pies
and honey bunches...
yah, you betcha!
So today is the day of love.
I don't expect a big bouquet of red roses
from my heart throb.
But
there will be a card
with a Russel Stover's marshmallow heart
sitting on the piano
this evening.
The heart will be sitting on a card
that will be addressed to
"Honey Pie"
and
that is perfectly
fine
with me.
Happy Valentines Day everyone,
Brenda