Last night, I was watching Bohdan grab handfuls of spaghetti and slurp it into his mouth.  He was absolutely loving it!

And I had one of those moments where you feel so unbelievably blessed that you can hardly stand it.  How fortunate I am to have a wonderful healthy family, a warm home, and to know where my next meal will be coming from.

What makes me more deserving of this situation than someone else?  Why was I lucky enough to be born here rather than somewhere else?  To not be burdened with worries of survival?  To be able to feed and clothe my child and also provide him with good healthcare and an arsenal of toys?

I need to make that yearly donation to the food bank right now