Zinnia at dusk

When I was at Camp Merrie Woode all those years ago, there was a special day set aside where campers got to eat dessert first. When you’re 10, that’s pretty darn exciting. Actually, when you’re thirty-something it’s pretty exciting too. Every once in a while, I remember that I’m an adult now and my mom’s not there to say, “no.” And I get a little giddy from it all.

Like today. After I nabbed a trunk full of groceries, I had to decide what to make for lunch. But that new container of ice cream was just calling to me from the freezer. Better yet, the edges were a little melty and creamy, just the way I love it. So I devoured several spoonfuls before making a more nutritious lunch. It’s those little things that make my day.