Drew sometimes brings home treats from work that are left over from a meeting or presentation. Today it was a brownie that looked delicious. He put it on Rachel's plate for dessert.
"Any more?" I said hopefully.
"No, this was the last one, so I brought it home for my little girl," he said. "They went fast."
And then Rachel did the most extraordinary thing. She gave me a taste of the brownie (truthfully it wasn't very good), looked down at it sadly, took a deep breath and said, "This is very hard," and then WALKED IT OVER TO MY PLACE AND GAVE IT TO ME.
"NO!" I protested. "It's for you!"
She insisted on giving it to me, even when I told her I was too full from the steak Drew had grilled tonight (it was quite warm outside, so he fired up the grill) and the potatoes and salad I'd eaten. But she wouldn't hear of it, even when both of us insisted she eat it.
Drew finally suggested Rachel and I split the brownie, but even THAT didn't work. He and I agreed in the kitchen that we'd save the whole thing for her tomorrow.
When she went to bed tonight, I said: "Rachel, I am so proud of you. You have such a generous heart and a generous spirit."
"Thanks, Mom," she said gratefully, and then went up to bed.
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