I called my brother-in-law last week. From the way he greeted me, you’d have thought I was the queen of England. It felt good. And then, a few days later, when I dropped by to visit an old friend I hadn’t seen for a long time, her face lit up and she gave me a big, long bear hug. That felt good, too. So I’ve been thinking lately about how much greetings matter. There’s a whole world of difference between a what-do-you-want-and-how-long-will-it-take greeting and a boy-I-sure-am-glad-to-see-you greeting. This week, whenever somebody calls me or knocks on my door, I want to drop everything and greet her well. I want to give her the same gift that my brother-in-law and my old friend gave me, because it's the kind of gift she'll want to give away, too.