February 15

This morning, I co-oped in Isaac's preschool class where I was blessed to watch a small herd of four and five-year olds enjoy their Valentine's Day party. During the course of the morning, Isaac's teacher --who I'm happy to call a friend of mine-- lamented not buying what she described as sparkly sugar sprinkles a few weeks back. I filed the comment away in the cobwebbed back room of my mind, and was tickled (seriously!) to find them during a trip to the store this afternoon.

They're just sprinkles, but I was so happy to find them, knowing that she'd be happy to receive them. I see God both in finding them, and in having the ability to buy a few containers that I can use to bless my friend. Simple, but so very good.