Just be kind My friend Shell and her wife spent the weekend at our house celebrating Shell’s birthday. I made cupcakes covered in sprinkles with little toppers of cartoon versions of Shell doing her favorite thing — fishing.
She could not have been more tickled by the display of cupcakes with the toppers atop toy boats. She told me how loved and seen she felt.
I can’t think of many things that make me happier than making others feel loved and seen. We spent the weekend eating and drinking and laughing and playing Scrabble.
Shell won. She and my wife fished, catching more than enough catfish for a Sunday fish fry. And, despite it being her birthday weekend, Shell spent Sunday cleaning and frying them.