My spouse Roger and I met Micah at the new home when he was about 13. We are older adults and I anticipated receiving the required, polite, perfunctory greeting immediately followed by Micah’s disappearance into an iPhone or other computer. After all, what teen wants to hang out with the old strangers occupying his dining room? Instead, Micah, who initially hung around the edges popped in during some of our most outrageous stories. In not too long a time he joined us, his mom’s arms around him; posing questions about the conversation to her; laughing at her responses; contributing his own goofiness with ours. Do I recall a hug for me when it was time for us to leave? Micah-space; sweetness.