Saturday my wife and I happened upon a tasty bakery in Haddonfield, NJ.  I’ve been thinking about this since while nibbling the past few days.

When you open the door (and this is weird), the first thing you must do is climb down about ten stairs and then climb over a four-year old who was sitting on the bottom step playing games on his iPhone.  His parents wisely were ogling the cakes and treats – I went right for the cookies, yet this boy never looked up.

I got to talking with another delightful mom who was tasting “cake bomb” samples for the surprise birthday party she was planning for her 30-year old daughter.  But she had a pastry fatal accident – dropped the “cake bomb” sample on the floor which the proprietor happily replaced.  Such fun.

When this little one grows up, he’s not going to lament missing out on playing a video game, but he will not have the fond memory of bargaining for a treat at the bakery.  My kids would have at the least thrown a temper tantrum to get a goodie.

The past is history.

The future is a plan.

The present is life, the only meaningful currency we ever have – something not to waste.