There is something about baking that makes the end result extra special. Not only have you accomplished and successfully made a delicious treat, but you also get to enjoy eating it. Since Saturday, I have been trying to thoughtfully do one thing a day that brings me joy. It doesn’t have to be anything grandiose. It just needs to be fueled by the intention for joy and joy alone. Not because I ‘should’ or ‘have to’.
This past Saturday was when I baked the cookies. When I saw my Lady on Sunday, I shared with her the fruits of my labor. After taking a bite, she realized my joy had spread to her too. Call it the gift of sharing baked goods. That’s when she said, “C is for Courtney* and C is for cookie”. Truth Lady, truth.
*her actual name does begin with a C but has been changed to protect her identity.