One morning, as I was making school lunches, I dropped a bunch of cheese on my dog's head (I had been slicing it onto sandwiches and had turned to talk to my older son. Multi-tasking before sufficient caffeine intake has never been my strong suit).
Now, whenever I am making lunches, the dog dances with excitement, his eyes sparkling with hope and joyful anticipation.
I want to live my life like that. Life is good. And you never know when cheese might fall from the sky.