until it overflows

I took a two-year-old outside to get the mail. I lifted him up, and he pulled the mailbox door open. I took the mail out, ready to head inside, mission accomplished. But he pulled my hand back toward the mailbox. “Again,” he said. So I put the mail back in the mailbox, and he closed the door. Then, slowly, he opened it again, laughing. He pulled out an ad and, laughing again, handed it to me. I read it to him, and then, guided by a chubby hand, I put it back in the mailbox. He closed the door again and opened it again, laughing again. He took out the same ad, and we repeated everything again . . . and again . . . and again until my arms were too tired to hold him up any longer. As I carried him back inside, he was still saying hopefully, “Mail?” 

“[W]hen we are very young children, we do not need fairy tales: we only need tales. Mere life is interesting enough. A child of seven is excited by being told that Tommy opened a door and saw a dragon. But a child of three is excited by being told that Tommy opened a door.” G. K. Chesterton

“I came that they might enjoy life in abundance, until it overflows.” John 10:10