every family has its own personal bedtime ritual. at the holland house, mom would ask us what the best thing that happened to us that day was, give us a kiss in our hand, and tell us to grab a happy thought in the other. sleep was out of the question for me if these three things didn't happen and i didn't have mr. blue bunny in one arm.
when i moved to cullowhee i made the journey with a kiss in one hand and mr. bb in one of the many boxes in the back of the civic. but, it's been a long time since i thought about the best thing that happened to me on any given day. cullowhee is a sad, sad place in the winter. the parkway is closed. the trees are brown. and the tuck just looks painfully cold. with the hopes of adding a glimmer of hope to the remaining days of winter on the hill, i've started thinking of the best thing of the day again. thus far this week, i've come up with--discovering the embers pandora station, the $2.50 sweatpants i got at walmart, and the news that i will be applying for the DI internship in the fall. oh heyyyyy Caroline Cooper Holland, MHS, RD! obviously-- it doesn't take much to make my day. xoxo c
