Thursday, January 17, 2008
This morning at 5:15 my daughter climbed into our bed taking the warm spot my husband had occupied only moments before. She snuggled up to me, making me feel all warm and fuzzy. As I lay there in the dark trying to get back to sleep, I realized that this was the same feeling I often get when I read a good book. I grab a cup of hot tea, a blanket and curl up with a novel. There is nothing like it. With time and effort I hope one day the stories I write give others the 'Warm Fuzzies'.