I stopped in at my sister’s house a few moments ago to let out her dogs. (Who were very anxious to see me and are probably heartbroken because I didn’t have time to take them on a walk.) I noticed my sister had left a gigantic bag of Easter candy for me on the counter. This reminded me of a conversation I had with my mom just the other day.

MOM: "Do you want Easter candy?"

ME: "No, no, I don’t want any candy… I don’t need it. Unless, of course, it’s organic."

Now I have a year supply of candy waiting for me in my car. It’s good to be loved.