I don’t normally go to Costco. It is the one store my husband will go to, so I’m happy to let him lug cases of water and gallons of laundry detergent. He was out of the country last weekend and sick in bed with the flu this weekend, so I decided to make the Costco run myself. Four hundred dollars later, I was unloaded my overstuffed cart. Several cars over, I heard the laughter of a young child, probably three or four years old. I don’t have anyone that little anymore, and miss the sweet sound of little person laughter. Curious, I stopped unloading to take a peek. The laughter was coming from a little boy, and was getting louder. A family of four was unloading their loot. The dad was wrestling with the cart and a baby seat. The mom was attempting to wrangle the little boy from the cart seat, tickling him. She threw him over her shoulder, to a burst of riotous laughter. Proceeding to load him into his seat, she joked about buying a sack of potatoes. The whole scene was so fun and tender, I smiled until they drove away. In fact, I smiled all the way home, remembering when my kids were that little and how much fun it was to laugh and play with them. It made me think I’d better take care of myself, and stay fit and healthy, so that (many) years from now I can play that way again, with my grandchildren. What better inspiration to stick to my diet and exercise routine this week? Maybe I should go to Costco more often…..