...was a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk.
And - OMG - it was delicious. The kind of delicious that reminds you of your youth.
It's like I was 10 years old again. You know - not caring how much peanut butter was getting smeared on my cheeks as I indulged in the melty goodness that is pb on a hot piece of toast.
Sometimes it's just the littlest things that remind you of being young. And how fun and easy it was at times. No big decisions. No serious worries. No thoughts of "how many calories is this" as you stuff your face.
Just pure, unadulterated enjoyment in life.
We should all be so lucky to get to indulge in a little pb and j every once in a while.