A Box of Cookies.

I was in the process of sitting, hoping, wishing, and praying for inspiration to strike, when an angel came forth bearing a white box of cookies.

It was a delivery from my monthly cookie club, but this time it turned out to be a lot more than just a box of cookies.

Eagerly encouraged to open it up and take a look, I carefully lifted the lid and what I saw inside brought tears to my eyes.

Which has never happened to me before, of course!

I mean who would’ve thought cookies could make you cry.

(then again I cry at literally everything)

But these were happy tears, very happy tears, because the cookies in front of me were the most thoughtful ones I have ever received.

Carefully drawn on top of the most scrumptious sugar cookies were various illustrations, including a cat, a journal, some quotes, a camera, and a spitting image of me.

They were all engravings of the things most important in my life: writing, inspiration, cats, coffee, and a lovely portrait that mirrored an image taken of me for a blog post in which I talked about growth and embracing the journey of life.

There I was, holding this precious box of cookies, tears welling out of my eyes, in absolute disbelief that someone had taken the time and care to craft such sweet (literally, and figuratively) treats that displayed all the loves of my life.

It was just the kind of inspiration I was looking for.

Sometimes, I forget that people care about me. This becomes especially present during my lousy lows, when I truly believe that I’m all alone, that no one minds me.

And I know it’s not true. But sometimes the phone devoid of messages and the lack of social activity lining the pages of my planner take a toll on me.

Then something like this happens, this simple act of receiving an extraordinary box of cookies, and I’m reminded that I’m not alone, and that people out there do care, pay attention, and support and believe in me.

Things like this make me stop and think of all the people in my life I love and care about. I think to myself, how often do I tell them or show them I feel this way? I know it’s not enough. And it will never be enough because there aren’t enough words in the world that express how much I love and appreciate that person.

But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t stop expressing it, in any way I can.

This angel who delivered the blessed box of cookies showed me that it doesn’t take a lot to express how much you care, that sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most and have the most profound influence.

It’s the little things that make the “sweetest” impact.