Riding to school this morning, the kids finished their breakfast early and I heard from the backseats the following exchange:
Luke: Evie, want to hold hands?
(Luke reaches out his hand to her)
(Evie reaches out her hand to him)
They held hands all the way to school. My heart burst! I guess it's just one of those things that makes parenting so sweet and worth all the projectile vomiting, childish fighting, stomach viruses, snotty noses, spilled grape slushies, etc.