Maybe it was someone volunteering to take your kids for a spell so you could have a break. Maybe it was a trip out to dinner and not being responsible for the bill. Perhaps it was when you added an extra dollop of whipped cream to your kid's mug of hot cocoa. Or perhaps it was sending a special surprise in the mail to a loved one.
Sometimes we have the opportunity to be the generous ones. Sometimes we are blessed to be on the receiving end. And sometimes we simple get to witness the joy on the faces of those caught in the act!
Yesterday was a generous day. Generously sugared. At the end of the day, this was the sweet haul that sat upon my kitchen table:
I am particularly endeared to the Perry found there among the loot. That was one ambitious mom!
These pink and red packages are chock-a-block full of little love notes, a few like notes and no-small amount of fully processed, white sugar. I get a twitch just thinking about my kids consuming half of this treasure trove of sweetness.
But this isn't actually the act of generosity that caught my heart yesterday.
Just after lunch - the lunch of non-carbohydrates that I forced upon my little girls - Ashley started asking if she could have something from her stash. Lydia was still nursing her cheddar cheese (a little protein to offset the sweet treats) when Ashley reached in her pink lacy pouch and pulled out a Tootsie Pop.
"Can I have this?"
"Sure. But you have to sit here and eat it."
And then before her baby sister could make one cheese-muffled protest or whine, she reached back into that magically sugared envelope and produced a second Tootsie Pop.
"Here, Liddy. Now we match."
Joyful, sticky-faced three-year old sissy.
Gleeful, lollipop-licking five-year old sister.
Teary-eyed, happy-hearted Mommy.
Generosity is sweet.
"Grant that my children may be generous and
willing to share, and so lay up treasure for themselves
as a firm foundation for the coming age."
1 Timothy 6:18-19