I came home the other day and found a package on my doorstep. And it had my name on it. I hadn’t ordered anything, so it was completely unexpected. I checked the return address, and it was from one of my favorite people in the world. When it comes to surprise packages, I’m like a four year old. I ran inside (I did hold the door for my actual four year old, so I’m not totally thoughtless) and ripped into it. Turns out that the people I love know me and love me anyway.
It was a get-well package. I’m feeling better already.
And she said I don’t have to share. Which is good because I wasn’t going to. And now there’s no guilt.
The road to hell may be paved with good intentions, but it turns out that the road to recovery is paved with MoonPies.