- My coworker's three-year-old grandson had to move to a new preschool and on his first day, another little boy was crying, and the grandson went over and sat with him and held his hand. Kindness at an early, but pivotal age.
- And having a nice telephone conversation with my nephew Doug, also always very kind, who had a birthday yesterday. He was snowed in with his parents at their home in Virginia, but was getting the dinner he requested: turkey cutlets and scalloped potatoes, with pecan pie for dessert. I had a memory flash of him at about five-years-old asking if we could please have turkey cutlets for dinner and we did then, too. I'm glad he got the dinner he wanted - he's a beloved young man, who I don't post about enough.
It's the weekend already. Woo hoo! Hope you have a great one.