I called my teenaged son home for dinner from the neighbor’s house. As he walked out the door, his friend’s four year old brother intercepted him at the door.
“Where are you going, Connor?” he asked.
“It’s time for dinner, buddy”
“What are you having?”
“I’m not sure,”
“Oh…I HOPE you have pizza…” said the four year old boy dancing with excitement as he waved goodbye.
I love that. Let’s find joy anticipating the good fortune of others.
Here’s hoping you ALL have pizza!