It’s the little things that count. I drove to Starbucks this morning, waited in line for a while, got up to the counter to order my coffee…and realized I didn’t have my wallet on me. I asked the barista to hold my order while I checked my car and, when I didn’t find it there, I drove straight home, panicking that I might have lost it somewhere.

At home I found it on the nightstand, right where I left it the night before. Kissed my boy on the head again. Kissed my wife again. Left the house and drove to Starbucks again.

When I got there, the barista was so happy to see me because, on my first visit, she had sensed my dismay and made me a cup of coffee on the house. And when I drove off she wasn’t able to give it to me.

That made my day just a little bit brighter.