My adult son used to work in an office of about 6-7 other people.  They worked in one room, closely together and it was a casual atmosphere because it was stressful work. 

One way for me to see my son more often was to visit him at the office.  I could walk in and be greeted with smiles by everyone.

I don’t like peanut butter, except in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  I made peanut butter cookies one time and (for some unknown reason) I took a bite to taste them.  Yuck!

I took them into their office.  I got my hugs, gave them the cookies, said, “They are awful” and headed out the door so they could get back to work. 

Later that day, my son called to tell me that they weren’t awful, that they loved the cookies.  I reminded him that they I didn’t like peanut butter cookies. 

… not a funny little story but one that warms my heart to think about. 
I wish you many thoughts that warms your heart.