Dear Aubrey Ann,
Tonight you let me hold your little hand as you went to sleep. As I watched you fighting your exauhstion, tossing and turning, you held my pinky tightly. I guess it made you feel safe while you were trying to calm down. I remember my Mama used to hold my hand like that too and pray for me. Now it's my turn to hold your hand and pray...what an honor! Precious little girl, I love you, I'm blessed to be your Mommy.