My Mistake, Samuel's Blessing
When our children are home I usually buy a large barrel of cheese balls. They are a favorite snack and before the grandchildren came, provided recreation for their parents. For the grandchildren, they are a less than healthy snack that I suspect they only get to have when they are at Nana's house. The last time they were all home I bought the cheese balls but as they were packing up to leave I realized that the barrel was still quite full. Not wanting to be left with thousands of cheese balls and no grandsons, I began filling a bag for the road trip. . . and spilled them everywhere! Samuel was the only one close by and immediately scrambled to my side. His face was filled with pure delight and before picking up the first cheese ball, he looked at me with bright eyes and said "Thank you!" My heart filled to overflowing as I enveloped that baby in my arms while he grabbed as many cheese balls as he could get in his chubby little fists. Suddenly I found myself wi