Forgiveness in a Jar....

Dear Mom,
Remember how I had that beautiful Correlle plate when I was younger? Remember how amazing it was? The glassy beauty, the translucent qualities that made my heart pitter pat. The slick, shiny surface that resisted food sticking to it and actually made it a pleasure to wash. Remember how I'd only eat on that plate because it had been a birthday gift and was the ONLY plate I had like that? Remember?
Remember how you said they were supposed to be unbreakable? Right before you slammed it against the table edge.....
Remember then you broke it?
And do you remember how I have rubbed your face in that little fact for *coughs* maybe 15 years?
Well....I forgive you.
Turns out it only took 3 bottles of homemade jam and 15 years of bringing that little story up at every available moment.
*breathes a heavy sigh of contentment*
Well I feel better, how bout you? Nothing like a wild strawberry jam haze of fruit, sugar infused contentment to soothe out the rough edges of history and to make one conveniently forget all the things they did and focus only what was did to them and make them feel in a delirium of homemadey goodness like they could forgive anything and write run on sentences. Ahhhh the power of jam.
Love me
P.S. I can not be held responsible for what happens when the 3 bottles are empty...I'm just saying is all.