Once when I was making chocolate milk for my 2.5 yr old grandson and as I poured it into his cup I asked if I had given him too much? “Not enough much” was his quick answer. I have thought about that many times since, when other things would happen and the voice in my head was ‘too much much’ or ‘not enough much!’ How often do we have too much of a good thing and wish we had stopped just a bit sooner? Or feel we didn’t get quite our fill of something we were trying to savor? Recently my youngest sister had so many crisis in the lives of her adult children in one week that she was doing the equivalent of getting in bed, pulling the covers over her head and saying Too Much Much, to anyone who might be listening. I tend to push for the middle ground Goldilocks answer of finding things ‘just right’ as often as possible, because the feeling of gratefulness makes everything last longer, yet strikes at the heart of both my envy or the deficiency I am tempted to embrace in any given moment. I also adore the uncomplicated way a two year old looks at their life. They haven’t had enough time here to qualify their responses.