Abby was sick on Sunday. It was the first time she's thrown up (that she knows about). The look on her face, the sheer surprise of what was happening to her, was hard to watch. "Oh my baby!" She sat in my lap all night, with her hands resting in mine. We were doing that at church earlier and she liked it. So later that night when she was sick it brought her great comfort, our fingers intertwining, her skin so soft (and sticky). I will never forget her little hands in mine.