The Pizza Man Called

Yesterday I received a call from a very young sounding "Pizza Man", who asked me what kind of pizza I wanted.  "Humm, This is very unusual", I thought, but I decided to order anyway.  I ordered a unique combination of pepperoni, shrimp, chocolate chips, and caramel sauce.  He was very professional as he gave me a price of $1.00, and informed me that the pizza was in Washington.  "Ha, ha, this is Kacin!" (As if I didn't know it.) But to this dear little boy, it was the funniest joke to play on his Gramma Barb.
How blessed I am to get a call from a strange pizza man, (and an ice cream shop this morning) and what an amazing feeling it is to have this endless love for the little guys in my life.

I LOVE these hands, they are rough from play, strong from little boy work, and have shared joy with a high five or a happy punch, and have comforted with a hand hold, a hug, and a face pat.