Let’s face it – I rarely wash my car. There have been a few times that people have carved “WASH ME” in the dirt on my bumper or windshield. Yesterday as I was traveling to meet a girlfriend to go to a play, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw that someone had traced a pretty little heart on my back windshield. Funny how a small thing like that made my day. I felt loved! And I admire the vandal who chose to write a heart instead of a Wash Me message. Thanks, whoever you are. The more I thought about that heart, the more I wondered about my own behavior and judgments. Would I rather tell someone to wash their car, or just love them no matter what mess they’ve made? I want to choose love.