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.