Molly had her three year check up the other day.
She's in great health and it turns out she's not nearly as dumb as we thought.
I'M JUST KIDDING! Good Lord. Don't you people know how to take a joke? We really need to work on that.
Anyway, when we were finished with the appointment, she never again mentioned her visit with her favorite doctor, the sticker he spoiled her with, the shot his nurse poked into her leg or the glittery band-aid she slapped over the hole she'd left that was oozing blood.
Nope, all she cared about was her new book. And how fabulous it was. And how her Daddy was going to read it to her that night before bed. That simple book was like a treasure only she was lucky enough to hold. Never mind the 200 of them on her bookshelf.
I found that very sweet.
I hope she'll always find greatness in the simple things.
