December 16

I stopped by a Starbucks I don't usually go to this morning (verging on coffee betrayal, I know). As I waited for my peppermint mocha to appear on the bar, I saw this by the window:

I glanced at the notes on top and then scribbled one of my own, which I tucked into the center of the pile. Then I reached in without looking and pulled one out, hoping for something profound. But alas, its message was a plain-Jane "happy holidays". After a ho-hum moment, I smiled at the realization that it's always nice to pass good wishes on to someone else, regardless of how plain-Jane those wishes may be. So for that little bit of seasonal cheer, I'm thankful.