On Tuesdays

Every Tuesday, we go to the farmers market and I give Jessica four dollars to buy a chocolate-pecan cookie from the French baker (literally a baker who is French).

And every Tuesday there just happens to be a second cookie that is broken or otherwise not quite good enough to sell to customers that makes it into the bag.

And every Tuesday Jessica is as delighted with this piece of luck as she was the first time it happened.

Some days I despair over what is happening in the world. But not on Tuesdays.