In high school, I babysat/tutored for the sweetest family every summer.
I learned all about bribing kids with candy to do math, got to hang out at the country club pool, was the only Protestant teaching Catholic Bible School, and began my devotion to St. John Paul II. It was the best job.
The dad would always buy the mom Godiva chocolates for special occasions. It was so fancy and I always thought how cool it was that she had them.
Today, a package arrived in the mail and that mom sent me my very own Godiva!
She continues to be such a gift to me.