"Fuzzy blankets!," I exclaimed.
His looked at me with a blank stare over the top of his book.
"I just tucked all the kids in with an EXTRA blanket! It's cold. CAN-YOU-EVEN-BELIEVE-IT'S-ACTUALLY-COLD?!"
And within minutes I cast my own book aside and decided it was time to nestle in bed with my own fuzzy blanket to keep me cozy.
-The fuzzy blanket that was S.A.M.'s first blanket when he started sleeping in a big boy bed.
-The fuzzy blanket that somehow ended up at my house even though we gave it to my parents for Christmas 7 years ago.
-The fuzzy blanket that my Nana used to drape over her legs those last few years as she watched her soaps.
-The fuzzy blanket that was given to our family by our branch on the Hualapai Reservation as we moved away.
-The fuzzy blankets thoughtfully made and given to us as Secret Santa gifts a few years ago by some loving cousins and a loving aunt.
-The fuzzy blanket covered with hot pink cats that Mademoiselle and I battled over in the bedding aisle of Ross 4 years ago because she thought it was so fancy, and I thought it was so funky, but not in a good way.
And the memories warm me from the inside out.