Honest. I am not big on advertising for free. In fact I really hate advertising in a general sense. But this week has been insane and the stress overwhelming, and when you can look down at the sandwich in your hand and be forced to smile? Yeah, it seriously just paid for itself.
I was shopping, and sadly I must confess I was even alone and NOT harassed by children, when i came across the goofy flatbread goldfish shape smiley guys that made me all happy inside. I was about 8 years old in a sudden flashback of nostalgia of those golden little snack crackers that were such delightful treats when we actually got to purchase them and NOW they were smiling at me from the sandwich isle. So I splurged and grabbed for the package of happiness in a processed plastic wrapper.
On this sunny Saturday, amidst this stress and new lessons in faith galore, a sandwich is smiling at me. I am not at all ashamed to say that it is not only the kids that are grinning ear to ear because of it today, but their mom as well.
Thanks for the little smiles in life along the way, God. Even the processed ones in plastic wrappers with gooey peanut butter and jelly squished in between them.