Pineapple Sandwiches

I often have a moment that I know is going to be one that I'll remember forever. Yesterday, my granddad and I were sitting in the kitchen and he started making a pineapple sandwich. It was bread, mayonnaise, crushed pineapple and cheese. I couldn't believe he was going to eat it, but he somehow got me to try a bite of his sandwich. It was surprisingly very good. I ended up making me a pineapple sandwich and he and I laughed the whole time. Before he let me try his he said, "hold on, let me lick it first." When I was about 6 or 7 I was eating a sausage biscuit and he'd wanted a bite. I remember not wanting to let him have any because 1) it was mine and 2) it was the last one, so before I was going to let him have a bite I licked it. I mean I licked that biscuit up one side and down the other. I don't think I've ever heard that man laugh as hard as he did that day. He was never going to actually eat my biscuit because it was mine, but then I did that and he had a field day. So, anyway, I tried the pineapple sandwich and ended up making my own and having it for dinner. He and I sat there and laughed and talked the whole time and it was so nice. I knew immediately that I'd tell that story to my kids and everyone else. I was so thankful for that time spent with him.

this was originally posted Aug. 2, 2013 on my blog #BigGirlLfife

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