A sticker for me!

My stomach is full of my mom's homemade chicken noodle soup. It hit the spot. Now I have a cup of tea in my hand with my favorite Pandora station on.

The other day, I ventured out of the house to do my grocery shopping. I hadn't been to the store for two weeks because honestly, I didn't feel like it and food really hasn't been interesting me. So, I just ate whatever was around and had really well rounded meals like Nutella and Nilla Wafers or Sandwich meat and Jell-O on the side. As I was standing in line to check-out with my groceries, a little boy in front of me was given a sticker by the cashier. He took the sticker off of the paper and then he looked at me and asked if I wanted a sticker. I accepted that little sticker from that boy and I watched as he walked away in pride of what he had just done and hearing the praises of his parents. What a sweet little moment to experience.

It's the little moments...