Rekindling an old love

Those who know me, know I love my chocolate. In fact, while making my little piggy's supplemental bottle last night (yes, I nurse her, but the darling majorly tanks up at night), I started to put Nesquick into her bottle. Oops.
It was during my pregnancy with the Bee's Knees that I left the safe and predictable love of Hershey's and began an obsession with Nesquick.
While talking to my brilliant little sister, Katie, on Monday, she told me she was at that moment enjoying a nice glass of Hershey's chocolate milk. I told her I had moved away from the Hershey's and, in what is surely a departure from the core of my character, I did not have a bottle of the liquid gold in my fridge.
Katie sat in stunned silence. A few moments later, I found myself wandering the aisles of the grocery store and saw a special on Hershey's syrup. I thought, "what the hay?" and I picked up a bottle.
That night, I had my first glass in probably a year. My soul was automatically warmed and I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort.
What was I thinking? Why did I ever leave my first love?
I'm happy to report, six days and two gallons of milk later, the bottle is making the gurgle of death and I have had to prop it upside down in the fridge to get that steady flow of goodness.