Do you know what the perfect way to start your day is? Picture this, your standing in your driveway, throwing things in one car and digging in the center console of the other car. After you find what you were looking for, you see a little old Asian woman running up your driveway and engulfing you in a big hug. Could I tell you this woman's name? No. Did I find it odd to have some woman that I have never actually met running to hug me before I left for work? Not even a little. It was cute and charming, and it made me feel super tall.
I know what you're thinking. There must be more to the story. Certainly there aren't crazy women running around St. Charles randomly hugging people. Well, you're right, there is more to the story. But it is a much better story if I let you think that she is just some crazy lady. Perhaps you would run to hug me too if you had eaten a plate of my famous chocolate chip cookies. Cookies that are so good a stranger proposed to me after eating them (apparently her son was single and she approved of my cooking skills). Obviously I declined, but that's not the point.
Okay, so now you are wondering how this woman that I have never met got a plate of my cookies. Well that's the less exciting part of the story. Her husband Cecil just had surgery, and Cecil has helped us out in the past. So Mason and I made them some cookies (and he won't tell my top secret cookie recipe, so don't ask) and Mason delivered them yesterday morning. I would have gone with him to deliver them, but they were walking out the door and I was still in my not so attractive PJ's and I had just thrown my safe to walk outside pants into the wash. So Cecil's wife, whose name I still do not know, caught me this morning to say thanks. See, it would have been a much more fun story if you would have stopped reading after the first paragraph.