I’m smiling right now remembering a little incident that happened recently. Alan had waited anxiously for the TV technician’s arrival to set up our new system, and when the bell rang, my sweetheart threw open the door in warm welcome as to an old friend. He trailed the man from room to room while he worked, peppering him with questions, friendly chatter, and offers to help. “Here, can I hold that for you?” Before long he was bringing him a tall glass of iced lemonade, and later I heard him ask, “Would you like a sandwich?” I smiled to myself. Feed a technician a sandwich? Was this an invitation to lunch? But it is so characteristic of my darling, although he is unaware of it in himself. His thoughtful ways—putting others first—are not selectively metered out only to closest friends and family; he is consistently warm and considerate to everyone. I watch and want to be like him. Kindness is the highest aspect of human nature, as described by William Wordsworth: “That best portion of a good man’s life—his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” Maybe these little acts are not so little after all. They define us.