Most days, I have the sweetest little boy in the world. I glanced at the bowl of Valentine hearts the other day and saw one that said, “My Boy.” I saved it for him and presented it to him after school. A little while later, I noticed him spending some time rifling through the candy bowl – reading the messages. (He is in kindergarten this year and just learning to read.) A little while later, he brought me a heart of my own. Even something as simple as a piece of candy can be good for the soul. It was so precious that he took the time to choose one especially for me, since for him, it required some extra effort.