The boys are playing with a boomerang down in a field near our house. As usual I sent the walkie talkie with them. I was buried in a project I'm trying to finish when the walkie talkie started beeping. The boomerang was stuck in a tree and they didn't know what to do.
Normally I would have been annoyed at the interruption.
Today, however, I walked down to the field and personally rescued the boomerang from that tree.
And I came bearing lollypops.
5 comments:
What a wonderful post, Betsy. If we can hold onto that joy, we have everything.
:) that's good. That's the right perspective I suppose.
Those who come bearing lollypops are the sweetest folks of all...
how are you doing? still savoring sweet moments or in need of a big hug ?
I'd like to cash in that hug now, if you don't mind...
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