Michael brought me an empty bag today. Well, it wasn’t empty; there were crumbs in the bottom. Apparently at one time it had a cookie in it. That time was before he had to sit and hold the cookie for 45 minutes. By all accounts it was a very good cookie. The kind you really can’t resist. Why am I telling you this? Because I love the fact that instead of hiding the bag, and pretending he never intended to give the cookie away, he brought it to me and told me what happened. He was slightly embarrassed, but really he just wanted me to know that he was thinking of me today and really did want to give me the cookie. I almost cried. This is why different is beautiful. It’s one of those moments when no matter how hard it may be at times, you are so incredibly grateful that your child sees things in a different light. Of course, I would have liked the cookie too 😉 .