M&M's

Nick loves M&M's.  No really.  He loves them like I love coffee.  We found coffee M&M's once.  They were just ok.  Every so often, I'll see a new or interesting flavor in the checkout line and pick it up for him.  We've tried raspberry nut, pumpkin pie and cake batter.  (Cake batter is a mistake, by the way.)

He told me once when we were in college that he had this dream of buying one bag of every flavor and sorting them all by color.  Many years and several kids later, the girls and I did it for him.  We had a plastic candy dish, picked up every flavor we could find and started sorting.  We layered them in the clear dish and made an M&M's rainbow!  I think it was a birthday present but he absolutely loved it.  Now, it's a regular gift.  We've done it for Christmas (fewer colors but tons of flavor), springtime (thank you Easter Bunny!) and just about any other "special occasion".

Tomorrow ends his six week 747 training.  It's been a tough month and a half filled with lots and lots and lots of challenges.  Everyone is excited that he'll be home soon.  Yesterday during our weekend trip to Target, the store was bursting with fall (despite 80 degree weather).  They had pumpkin spice and apple cider EVERYTHING, including M&M's.  We decided this occasion was as good as any and made Dad a fall M&M's jar.  It's sitting here on my table as I write and it's gorgeous!  It's full of fall colored regular flavors plus candy corn, pumpkin pie and cookies and scream!  We'll take it with us to the airport to pick him up and surprise him with our lovingly sorted M&M creation.

I'm sure he'll love it--he always does. Sometimes, he even shares!

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