Whenever I visit my parents memories are revived. I grew up in the house they live in, and although I am a married woman of almost 30 years old, I feel close to my youth with the abundance of nostalgia surrounding me there.

Last Saturday at my adolescent residence, I opened the pantry and saw a huge reminder of simpler times… Swiss Rolls.

If the name doesn’t trigger anything for you, Swiss Rolls are “Little Debbie” snacks and the official description is, “Chocolate cake rolled around a layer of creme filling and drenched with fudge coating. Available twin-wrapped in a 12 count carton.”

I used to peel the fudge coating off and unroll the treat… savoring every bite.

Later on while grocery shopping, Jerry and I came upon the “Little Debbie” section… I stopped and longingly gazed at my reminder from childhood… and even posed for a picture with the snack!

I didn’t buy them… and I didn’t even eat one while at mom and dad’s… the memories evoked were satisfaction enough.

For me, it’s important to appreciate moments in time… instances that turn an ordinary snack into a reflection of life’s journey.