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Last night we went to a fireworks show. The weather was perfect. We set up lawn chairs on a grassy hill and had a picnic with friends while we waited for the sun to go down. Peanut butter sandwiches on sprouted bread for my husband and daughter. Zucchini and lamb in Tupperware for me. The fire works were wonderful. We ooohed at the new style that looked like a string of Christmas lights and ahhhed at the giant bursts that seemed to fill the sky.
After the finale, my husband suggested we all go out for ice cream. That would work for me. They have several flavors of ices which, while loaded with sugar, don't contain avoids. We arrived at the ice cream parlor moments after they closed for the night. Before disappointment could set in, our friends said, "Let's get ice cream at the store and go to our house." Great idea! Then the discussion began about what flavor. Chocolate was definitely carrying the day. My husband remembered me and said, "What can you eat?" I said to go ahead with chocolate, but to buy a small container of sorbet for me. He wasn't sure what sorbet was, so I said look near the ice cream, it's made with fruit.
The men went to the store; the women and teenagers went to the house. Soon the men were back with a half gallon of chocolate and a half gallon of pineapple ice cream. My husband was beaming. Ice cream was on sale, buy one get one free. And he had found pineapple which he remembered was beneficial.
My daughter and I made eye contact. She knew ice cream was an avoid for us both. Quick decision - do we criticize in front for friends or are we thankful that he tried to buy the right thing? We smile. We have a small bowl of pineapple ice cream. To borrow from 1 Peter, Love covers a multitude of lectins.
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