Especially a good morning to whoever left cookies at my door yesterday. They tasted suspiciously like Irene's cookies, but I'd hate to cheat someone out of credit for these. Even though the best compliment in the whole wide world would be that your cookies taste like Irene's.
Receiving cookies at my door made me think (what doesn't, amirite?):
I am surrounded by good people. There was almost no way for me to know who left me cookies, because I know so many people who would think, "I'd like to bring Renee some cookies." Many of you have done it before, on multiple occasions. I truly love my friends.
I've probably made it clear that cookies make my day. They really do. If I get cookies from someone, I find it impossible to remain in a sour mood. If I die unexpectedly, you might send cookies to my home, just to see if maybe I decide to come back to life, because now, Look! There are cookies! If there are cookies in Heaven, I'll pass on becoming undead, but at least you'll have some answers about the afterlife, right? Cookies are so important to understanding the bigger picture.
The point is, I have really good friends, and I'm super thankful for you. It isn't just the sweet, sugary, deliciousness that smoothes out a rough day. It's knowing that someone thought of me, and wanted me to know that they thought of me, and also, the cookies' deliciousness.
The moral of this story is, When one of you brings me cookies, all of you get credit for it. So if you want full credit directed solely at you, put your name on the cookies. Otherwise, just know that you made my day.
(On a related note, if your kid is selling Girl Scout cookies, e-mail me. I will buy four boxes. Om nom nom nom nom nom)