Life is Like a Box of Raisins.

The other night at dinner, Gillian asked for raisins as her fruit. We usually just have a big container of raisins and I give her a handful. But I had bought boxes of raisins to send to school for a snack at some point, but I never sent them, so I gave her her own box of raisins. She was stunned. She looked at the box. She looked at me. She said, "This whole box is just for me? To eat out of?" Umm, yep. It made her much happier than a simple box of raisins really ever should have.


Hopefully you can find a small pleasure in life this week.