Maraschino cherries were special treats that I never got at home when I was growing up. They were reserved for the very rare trips to have ice cream sundaes at Friendly’s and the even more rare trips out to fancy dinners with the adults, where I was allowed to order a Shirley Temple. I always loved the sweet, syrupy treats, even now. And yet, it always seems that having cherries in the house is somehow too indulgent. That they are “outside” treats, not inside treats.

Well, we were at the store recently, and I picked up a jar. They then sat in the cabinet for weeks, while I was waiting for the appropriate time to treat myself. The question is: why? Why did I deny myself something that is, in so many ways, a trivial indulgence.

So here I sit, with a giggly smile on my face, having munched one cherry and waiting until I finish a bit more of my cocktail to eat the other.

In the spirit of indulging and treating myself, I’ll bring out the nice sheets and the good lingerie and the special candles this evening. I think Cam will appreciate that, too.