Large Fry, due to a previous indiscretion, is required to sit right next to me in church, and not with her friends.
I am horrible, I know.
However, today it wasn't so bad because Large Fry got to sit between Mommy and Gramma, so all was right with her world. She snuggled into Gramma and looked generally delighted that today she would get to celebrate the birthdays of two of her favoritest people in the world: Gramma and Daddy.
Well, Daddy was on the platform, still leading worship, when Large got especially gooshy-feeling in the heart. She had Gramma's arm wrapped around her, but that was no longer enough.
She grabbed for my hand, and at first tried to wrap it around her shoulders, too. She quickly discovered that wouldn't work.
So she stacked our hands together.
Mom made a frantic gesture to Dad, who (after almost 45 years of marriage) promptly decodes her message and pulls out his cell phone.
Large grabbed our hands again, to get them just right on her lap.
And Dad captured this:
Yeah. There are no words.
And if you can't tell, Large has both of her hands surrounding mine and Mom's. It's a hand sandwich: Large, me, Mom, and Large again.