Ok, so it’s Monday. Sue me.
Bright eyed little girls in Brownie vests.
A coffee table being filled with colorful boxes of cookies.
A what the heck feeling and the beginnings of conversation. “I remember selling cookies when there were two kinds, mints and shortbread.” Turns out the troop was down from my old hometown, Oakridge. They were peddling their cookies at the local Fred Meyer in Springfield. I went home richer by some memories and three boxes of cookies. I hope everyone else they talked to Sunday was willing to just take a little time with the girls and they kept smiling.
Yeah, we don’t really need the cookies, but mom has a potluck coming up with her women’s group at church this month and I’m sure Jon can use some extra fuel for finals.
Little girl smiles. Extra sweet, no calories and you still feel strangely satisfied.