One of my earliest childhood memories is eating Nilla Wafers at my grandparents house. Nilla Wafers and milk before bedtime. So good. I usually pass up simplistic cookies like that these days, but once you get me to eat one the memories come back. They are kind of addictive. I drew this picture the other day when I was munching a handful for lunch.
Happiness is like a box of cookies: It doesn't have to be complicated. It runs out eventually and we have to find a new box. We may even forget what it taste like at times. But for the brief time you have the cookies, they are so good.
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