Phil came into the study where I was at the computer. He was laughing excitedly as he pasted something on my back and then ran out. I reached back and peeled off an envelope.
"What is the thank you for?" I asked the still excited Phil who had reappeared at the door.
"For cutting my hair."
I told him that was one of the sweetest thank yous I had ever received. It brightened my day.
(Sondays is Sonny, a name I call Phil.)