'Ria came by this morning, insisting we go garage sale-ing.
While out, I spied this and stopping dead in my tracks.
It's the cookie jar from my childhood.
I purposely left my wallet at home, and now I was faced with this. Something I wanted. Nay, I NEEDED.
Clutching it to my chest, I turned to 'Ria.
"Maria, will you please buy me a cookie jar?"
"Sure sweetie," came the reply.
And with tears in my eyes and a large lump in the my throat, I said thank you.
You know. Because cookie jars will do that to you.
(Thank you, Maria. I love you, too.)