Monday, September 17, 2007

The Comfort With Which We Ourselves Have Been Comforted

Whenever James is sick, he snuggles down into the couch and puts his blankie on top of his head like a helmet. Only his face sticks out. He likes the feel of the blankie on his cheeks, and it's a buffer, and protection, and comfort.

So the other day, Daddy wasn't feeling so good. James came to the rescue with the best comfort he knew how to provide.