The only full-blown craving I ever had when I was pregnant with Ada was for a Cinnabon. Not just a cinnamon roll, mind you. A Cinnabon. And I never got one. And I was seriously torn up about it.
Yesterday a former Young Women leader left one for me at my parent's house.
I can't even tell you how warm and fuzzy it made me feel. Not only did the thought count, but the deed, the genuine Cinnabon, the trip to the airport. . .
It's moments (surprises, good deeds, genuine love) like these that make me think that I'm really going to miss Provo when we take off in a few weeks. Growing up here has felt like growing up surrounded by so many people who are looking out for me. It's a comfort and a blessing and something that I hope my kids will have when/where ever we settle. (We are going to settle someday, right Mikey?)
Sometimes I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Yesterday, it was because of a Cinnabon.