Warm Fuzzies.
You know what I’m talking about- that feeling you get when you see your food come in a restaurant; the sweet note someone gives you and among other things, the butterflies you get in your stomach when we see someone you love. (Okay that sometimes feels like a zoo, but you get the idea)
This weekend I decided to dive into my jar of warm fuzzies. Sweet notes I’ve collected over the years from different things I’ve been involved in. A love note from my first boyfriend; notes passed in class from best friends; backpats from marching band, RYLA, and various college weekend retreats and other random notes I’ve stuffed in this jar over the years. Reading them brought back so many good memories from over the years.
It was funny to remember exactly who the warm fuzzy was from even with no name on it. It was a nice walk down memory lane and made me think about these nice things.
Do you have a collection of sweet notes you have kept over the years?
More later!
-g