I was teary all morning, reading through the old 9/11 threads and watching coverage online, then I got my grandson, Morgan, this afternoon. He's going through an even sweeter than usual phase. I had to get up to go to the other room. He said, "Wait, Mama, I'll hold your hand and pull you there so you won't have to use your cane." (I've had a sore foot.) Just a little thing, maybe, but it meant the world to me, as does he.