Snow White and the Baby Bump were gone. A hush fell on the water. And we were quiet and still like the surface of the lake. Paige was musing on dragonflies. Terrell was alone at the water’s edge, sitting on a pile of stones jutting into the lake. Slowly, carefully, Gavin crept up behind her. Don’t scare her, I whispered to myself. Surprisingly, he didn’t scream or poke her ribs. Instead he sidled up beside her with feline grace. He placed his hand on her head, gently. And as he stood there, who knows what—if any—benediction passed through his 9-year old head. But, even if it didn’t, who cares? A child’s touch is blessing enough for a parent. And that’s what really matters in the end.