Yesterday, my uncle brought me a bag of Jujubees. Half dried. Totally odd looking. He'd been out to his place in Utah and his neighbor has a tree. They're kinda like dates, but with a different texture. Good. But like nothing I've ever tasted.
He's always bringing me something from his garden out there. Dried nectarines. Dried apricots. Grapes that they picked and dried into the most fantastic raisins you've ever put in your mouth!
I love the family that I'm a part of. I love that they are sharing and loving. And I love that they accept me without one word.