September 3

I was hanging out in our room this afternoon when Brady sauntered in wearing a sly grin.

The boys have been eating their way through a bag of Belly Flops from the Jelly Belly Factory since our trip there in July, and he'd come across an especially oddly-shaped one. And before he ate it, he wanted a picture, so being the photo-lover I am, I complied. And here's the final product: a boy and his giant, misshapen jelly bean. (Root beer flavored, in case you wondered.)

I love that little things like a strange jelly bean make my kiddo so happy. So for that simple blessing and his simple joy, I am grateful.