Sometimes, it’s not about what it’s made with except if
it’s made with love.
A good friend of everyone at my restaurant left
recently. I wanted to tell her how much everyone
loved her. I wanted her to know she is
beautiful, inside and out. She deserves
love that is wholesome and overwhelming and all-encompassing. She deserves someone who is attractive and
funny and nice. She deserves a prince
charming. She doesn’t know she deserves
all this. She barely realizes how
wonderful she makes the world by being in it.
For Easter, she got Despicable Me. She frequently said, “WHAAAAAAAAAAAT???” at
work. She made me laugh with it. So, I figured a way to show her how much we
all loved her was to make some minions tell her…
MINIONS! ASSEMBLE!
It was a process.
It took some Twinkies, some extras, lots of patience, chocolate
sprinkles, black frosting, white frosting, and cupcakes. It also took some twisting of arms to get
people to write down what they enthusiastically took. But it all got done on time. It was finished and she cried and I think she
understands a fraction of the way people felt about her. Because we all love her and her silliness
more than she’ll ever know. I’ll miss
the friendship we weren’t allowed to have because of strange factors and moving
to a different state.
On the back of each speech bubble, people wrote special
messages to her. Our kitchen manager
taped a brownie to it because she used to eat them all the time. The restaurant hasn’t been the same since she
left and it keeps changing. Her move
kind of got me thinking that I need to make a change, too. The minions in my own head are growing
restless and bored. We’ll see where my
minions take me.
You're the cutest. Also: my favorite.
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