I don’t know how to write this post. I don’t know because the words, and thoughts and sincere thanks I need to get across in this post is near impossible to convey in written words, but I’ll do my best.
Ashley, when I’m an old (skinny) lady, with lots of
cats grandchildren I’ll tell them our story. They story about how on my 25th birthday I received an unexpected package from a person I didn’t know. I’ll tell them about how the package was pink and from the United States, and how that perplexed my young brain, as I couldn’t think of anyone who would have sent me anything from Kentucky.
I’ll tell them how I carried the package to my bedroom and on my 25th birthday at 6pm, all alone on my bed opened it. I’ll tell them about the kind words in your card, about the 2010 calendar you sent me to help me stay on track and the hand carved, wooden dream stick to help me sleep better. I’ll make note of the effort, and time you put into my gift, and how I blushed at the the mere thought someone had not only thought of me, but spent time and money on me.
I’ll tell them about the 16 gorgeous, little square envelopes, each uniquely decorated I found in a bow, and how I laid them out on my bed and then opened a single one, only to discover words of wisdom, hand written to help, encourage and nudge me in the direction of being the best person I can be.
Ashley, thank you. From the most sincere and humble place in my heart, thank you. Your gift was simply amazing to receive. I’ve only opened one little card, which read, “Slow down and appreciate the journey you are on, the journey is just as important as the destination,” and that Miss. Ashley is exactly what I’ve been doing.
As my journey unfolds and time passes I’ll open your little cards one by one (and with no doubt post about it) and think of you, and how the random act of a kindness, from a complete stranger (but totally now friend) has truly echoed endlessly through my heart and no doubt the rest of my life.
You’re amazing. Thank you.