We have all been terribly ill this week, just awful, messy, yucky, ill... A few nights ago Nora was sick in her crib. After giving her a bath and getting her changed I brought her into our bed, as I was worried she would be sick during the night and I wouldn't hear her. Andrew was out, so Nora and I were all cozy in bed, just the two of us. It was 10:30pm. We were both exhausted, but because Nora is never in our room at night, she spent about 30 minutes "rediscovering" the space... she was fascinated by everything... the sheets, the dog, oooh - Mommy's hair. Just as I began to fall asleep Nora reached over, grabbed me by either side of my head, and pulled me in for a huge hug. She's only one year old, and weighs less than 20 lbs, but I swear, it was the biggest hug of my life.