It Doesn't Take Much

A few months ago, you may remember reading about how coffee made me cry. Well, it's happened again. Sort of.

Meaning...I didn't cry and this time it wasn't about coffee. But, basically, the same overall thing.

A co-worker of mine came up to me yesterday with two small containers of homemade lasagna (which included his homemade sauce AND homemade noodles) and offered one to me.

Out of the blue. For no real reason...other than that he wanted to share it with me (he's Italian too...from back East...and we've talked randomly over the years about all things Italian and cooking, etc.....). I've heard about his great cooking...but until yesterday, hadn't ever tasted anything he'd made. I mean, there's been no reason for me to - we're friends...but work friends...meaning, we actually barely know each other and don't typically hang out much (if at all) outside of work.

ANYWAY, his simple gesture did more to encourage me than I think anything has in a while. And, while the lasagna did taste pretty darn delicious, that wasn't the point. It had nothing to do with the fact that he brought me some lunch. But far moreso that he thought of me - of the 65+ people that we work with, he thought of me.

And, I think that's when it hit me: it really doesn't take much for me to feel loved.... I don't really think that I fit inside just one of the normal "love languages" (quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts and physical touch) - but actually all of them. Basically, I feel most loved when someone thinks of me or does something for me that's unexpected, shows that they put some sort of effort or thought into it and/or shows that they really know ME. Simply being thought of or remembered does more for me than anything else. I don't need some extravagant show, some expensive gift or some huge gesture....just something that causes me to feel special and thought of.