There’s this teenager who, without fail, always gives me several cookies in a box on holidays. She makes them herself. While the cookies are super yummy, and my sweet tooth is ohh so satisfied biting into them, there’s something more about the gesture repeating itself over and over, becoming a tradition of sorts that warms my heart so much. I liken it to getting a regular phone call from a good friend. There’s just something about it that makes me happy (and full).