Sometimes the girls want a before bed snack. This evening, Emmy wanted peanut butter on toast and Marin wanted a hotdog.
Emmy was sitting in Colleen's lap at the table when I served her. She picked up the toast, stared at it longingly, and slowly bit into it. She had a look of total indulgence on her face like she was gorging on the most sumptuous delicacies. It was beautiful.
I looked at their full round bellies and the looks of satisfaction on their faces. I made me think about how many evenings they had gone to bed famished, with hunger pains, perhaps having eaten nothing all day. Most people have no appreciation for how lucky we are to have been born in America.