Dear friends,
So yesterday I was leaving the office and the van parked next to me had this sticker on it.
I saw it just as I was driving away — so I circled the lot, parked again, and got out and took a photo.
It’s so me!
I’m kinda mad the sticker isn’t on my car. (And I don’t believe in bumper stickers any more than I believe in tattoos. Which is not at all.)
I mean . . . that’s all I aspire to do.
Love people.
Cook them tasty food.
In fact, nothing in this world makes me happier than when I cook tasty food for the people I love.
Anyway, just wanted you to know my whole life was right there on a minivan today. (I’d feel a little clichéd if it wasn’t so darn perfect.) It almost made me cry. It definitely made me happy.
With gratitude {for signs from the universe that reinforce my personal philosophies, kinda like fortune cookies only better},
Joan, whose friend Jennifer saw my photo on Instagram yesterday and told me she has the same sticker, which she purchased at Penzey’s and which I later discovered has a store in St. Louis and is, therefore, a destination in my near-future
