The way to my mother’s heart is through the cacao

Last Christmas morning, as I unwrapped a 10 oz. box of GODIVA chocolate and a simple, silver framed heart with the message, “Break the rules or you’ll miss all the fun,” I squealed with delight and my mother’s jaw dropped.

“Oh my gosh. And that box is ALL DARK CHOCOLATE.”

“Well, of course. I only eat dark chocolate.”

“Yes, I know that. I just can’t believe he knows you so well that he could give you such a thoughtful, personal gift.”

“What kind of relationship do you think we have, Mom? You’re not the only one who buys me fine chocolate.”

A few days later, as we passed by all of the GODIVA gift boxes at Macy's, she couldn’t resist checking out the current chocolatier market prices (since you know, she usually sticks to buying this). And when she turned back around to look at me, I could see the change in her face.

It’s a very special day when your mother realizes that your gay boyfriend is more than just a fling.