I love a bonus. That something extra on top of something good.Like the other day when Ian brought the kids over to the violin store for a visit after a trip to the zoo. Mona came in proudly holding up the newly acquired shark that we were missing from our Mold-a-Rama collection, which was good. But then Quinn followed that up with an alligator from the reptile house! A thirteenth Mold-a-Rama that hadn't been on the map! A bonus Mold-a-Rama.
I feel like despite some ups and downs lately, I've been lucky to have a bonus thrown in here and there when I wasn't expecting it. A little bit of bonus goes a long, long way.
For instance, the dinner in Chicago was fun. Too short because I was late, but fun. (I often wonder why we don’t go down and do things in Chicago since it’s not that far away, and then I hit the traffic and try to park and think, “Oh yeah....” Our kids may finally have enough stamina to attempt day trips there by train, though, so that may make such adventures possible soon.)
I missed most of the food, and I didn’t get to talk directly to the women at the other end of the table, but I did get to meet the remarkable Stacey Conner in person which alone made the whole trip worthwhile. The bonus was to come away with a sense of how many other truly remarkable women are out there.
