The neighbors who don’t have pets but went out of their way to buy dog treats to give to my dogs.
The random messages I get from acquaintances who say they felt seen by something I wrote.
Past co-workers who still text me every once and a while.
Friends who remind me of something kind I did for them because sometimes I’m hard on myself and think I’m the worst.
Internet strangers I connected with through writing that recommend my writing to others.
My father-in-law remembering my favorite movie theater candy.
A coworker referring to me as the “magic maker.”
My husband making me coffee every Saturday.
My sister who highlights my strengths.
A brother texting me things to look into simply because he thinks I’m smart.
Good people are like flowers in my own little world. It’s taken years of caring and a little weeding to find them, but each one of them make my garden more beautiful.