Hannah is sitting in her oatmeal bath and says solemnly, "Mommy, why did God make chicken pox?"
Of course I don't have a simple answer, so I say, "Sometimes only God knows just what He is doing, Hannah, Dear. They will go away soon...hopefully."
She pauses and then, "Well, I'm glad you can still hug me. If Daddy had chicken pox you could still hug him, too, and not get chicken pox. Grown ups can touch anything, well, except dangerous fish."
And that was that.
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Hannah,
If I could I would fly on a jet plane and give you the biggest hug. You are so very sweet and loveable. When you come to Wyoming I will have a big hug waiting for you!
Love,
Your Aunti Jessi
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