When I got home from work last night, there was a package at my door. I hadn't ordered anything recently and I wasn't sure what it could be. When I picked it up, I saw that the return address was Danger's.
She had read about my grim week and took the time out of her own busy life (congrats on the new job!) to send me a care package.
Cookies, rockin' coffee cake and crayons! Along with a beautiful note.
And you know what? I broke down and cried. And then I smiled. And then I laughed. And then I ate some cookies and cake.
Thanks, Danger. You're what it's all about.