A Warm Fuzzy

My preschooler has a special blue crocheted blankie. He calls it his "nank". "Nank" is never far from my son's side as he goes through his day.

This morning we came downstairs for breakfast. My little boy discarded his "nank" on the living room floor (in order to avoid spilling pancake syrup on it). Our windows face east, and the room was filled with early-morning sunshine.

The blankie lay for half-an-hour in a puddle of sunlight.

When my preschooler had finished his breakfast, he lay down on the floor to give his blankie a quick snuggle. He sucked his thumb contentedly for a few seconds, and then with a touch of wonder in his voice he said:

"Oh Mommy, God made my nank warm for me!"