"Thank you for my birthday present," my nephew said on the phone today.
"I didn't give you anything, yet," I laughed. "Sorry! I was thinking of a flannel shirt, though. Your mom told me you don't have one."
He was uncertain what I was talking about, and so my sister and I described what we were talking about.
"If it's soft and cozy," he said, "I'm in!"
I know what he means. Since I've been here in Minnesota with my mom in the hospital, I've bought pajama bottoms, woolen mukluks, a soft sweatshirt, a sweater, and today? Knit slippers with a fleece lining. They offer me a bit of comfort.
And when I hung up, I popped open my laptop and found the perfect, fleece-lined flannel hoodie for my nephew.
"I didn't give you anything, yet," I laughed. "Sorry! I was thinking of a flannel shirt, though. Your mom told me you don't have one."
He was uncertain what I was talking about, and so my sister and I described what we were talking about.
"If it's soft and cozy," he said, "I'm in!"
I know what he means. Since I've been here in Minnesota with my mom in the hospital, I've bought pajama bottoms, woolen mukluks, a soft sweatshirt, a sweater, and today? Knit slippers with a fleece lining. They offer me a bit of comfort.
And when I hung up, I popped open my laptop and found the perfect, fleece-lined flannel hoodie for my nephew.
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