I had a really quick dream about Bea this morning.  She was little (probably about five) and she was sick.  Her forehead and hair was all sweaty.  I was holding you in my arms and feeling your head to be sure you were not getting hotter.  You were so little in my arms and as hot and sick as you were, it felt good to hold you again.  🙂 I hope you aren’t getting sick?  Getting sick is the pits!  Drink lots of water and take care of yourselves.  I love you.  Have a beautiful day!