Random acts of kindness.

I was brought to tears today. That's actually a hard thing to do, as I try to avoid crying at all cost. But today, I couldn't help myself.

A random act of obscure kindness brought me to tears.

Ok, so everyone who knows me, knows that I am (slightly) obsessed with cheese. And everyone who knows me know that I am going through some stuff in regards to my son, who is 28 months old, and being diagnosed with an ASD. Well, I probably vented about my day one to many times on Facebook, as I was having one of those days. You know those days. One of those days when I, a proud non drinker, started to wonder why the fact that my grandma was crocked by 3pm every day was so bad.

Yeah. One of those days.

So anyway, after hours and hours and hours and hours of incoherent crying from my son, I finally got him to be mildly entertained on the trampoline, and I was sitting in a room. Not doing anything. Just sitting. Trying to remember why I had children... (Okay, calm down you freaks. It was a joke. Get over it.)

And then there was a knock at the door. Happiness arrived in the form of a friend.

Now, before I go on, I have to explain: This particular friend isn't someone that I am exceptionally close to. Rather, she is one of those people that I really dig, though we haven't had the opportunity to get much closer than one of those "Hey, how are you?" things. You get the picture.

But here is the cool thing about her. The reason I like having her around is because she is so unapologetically herself. She is true to herself no matter what the consequence, and she doesn't take **** from anyone. I know that she's struggled with finding a church to go to where she feels happy and accepted and hasn't always felt that from my church, and so I've really admired her desire to find somewhere to go where she feels welcomed by all. Which, you would think would be a universal thing. Unfortunately, that hasn't always been the case. Not in my experience, anyway. So anyway...she is very true to herself in style and personality, and I am in total awe of that. 


Enough azz kissing. Geez.


So anyway, she must have picked up  on my stressed out to the fricken max vibes...and this afternoon she showed up on my doorstep with a brick (a big one, too) of pepper jack cheese. Which is one of my faves. No reason, no explanation, no B.S. "I'm here whenever you need me" speech.....just this:


"Hey, you seemed like you could use this, and I saw it and bought it for you." Then she smiled and got back into her car and drove away. (Dude. Totally my kind of visit.)


It was like an answer to prayers. And not just because of the cheese. But because she anticipated my needs without having to ask, brought me something that would make me smile, then left without making me have some sort of tearful "come to Jesus" moment. It was perfect.


And I cried. 


I am a blessed lady. Totally.


Brooke Moss.