I never want to forget the pure, unadulterated, innocent joy that just lit up Abby’s face when she found out she was allowed to have a smiley-face Busken cookie for mid-day dessert. She carried it on a plate upstairs to her room, her eyes never leaving the cookie, smiling back at it as if they were friends. She will devour her new friend on a tray, in her room, while she watches Ice Age 3. Life doesn’t get much better.
