I love this one neighbor who always delivers us something from whatever she’s baked or canned. The latest? Pickles. She has so many pickles she’s made from her cucumber abundance. I love pickles. I love nearly any pickled thing like beans, okra, and beets. So in a few minutes, I’m receiving a pickle delivery.
(It’s such a gift how she always makes more than she needs of everything: Italian rainbow cookies, apple cider caramels, bread, soup, donuts, jams, fruit bars, more soup, pickles, more bread.)
When she texts, I know what’s coming. It’s always something good. It makes me want to become more like her. Imagine being the kind of person like this that whenever people hear from you, they know what’s coming. And it’s good. It’s going to be something generous and nourishing.
Sometimes, we receive messages from people, and we know what’s coming. Maybe it’s complaining, gossip, bragging, asking for another favor, or some divisive comment. What comes when my neighbor text always delights.