I love to watch you cuddle your blankie. The way you talk to it when your falling asleep and they way you clutch it as if it could save you from anything. The way your face lights up when you see, is pure joy. When you are tired you rub your face into it as if you are digging your way to a sweet slumber. When all is wrong in the world your blankie makes everything right. I love this! Its a simple joy of mine I love to divulge in when my own day was rough.
My sweet child you are simply joy at its purest. To ask anything more of God would be asking for the world. I have one better then the world I have a small piece of Heaven. Thank you God for my small piece of Heaven.
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