A Bag of Cookies

Some things in life just bring pure joy. Children find that joy in small ways. The other day, when we were in New England, my grandson wanted a snack. We took him down to the vending machine and said he could pick out anything he wanted. He saw a bag of chocolate chip cookies and asked if he could have them. I put the dollar bill into the machine and he watched them being pushed out. He grabbed the bag and began to jump up and down in delight. He continued to walk through the hallway back to the room hopping and skipping and swinging the bag. Nothing in the world could have made him happier. That made me happy.