While waiting for migraine medicine to kick in, I rested in the tent. The kids had set it up in the living room again. I figured a soft bed in there sounded nice.
Anyway, Abi decided she needed to do my hair. She gently brushed and "braided" and clipped and arranged. It felt lovely. :)
I loved that instead of pushing her away when I felt sick, we found something bonding to do. Perhaps the pain she often experiences in her eyes makes her more compassionate toward someone else in pain. Sweet girl.