|My lamp. I got it from my Mom's house, and I love it.|
A stack of books that are currently being read.
Mr. Potato Head magnet.
He comes out, first thing, with a book and a squint. He wants to connect with me. So he climbs up onto my lap and tells me he loves me and kisses my cheek. First one, then the other. He fits on my lap, and we love on each other. I wonder if he misses this time all day long if it doesn't happen. Then I realize that he's a model. A little human example of how important I am to my maker. Me going to my chair, and reading God's love letter to me. Him excitedly extending His arms and scooping me up for our morning ritual. I've heard this before. It's not a new train of thought. But that doesn't mean that when it dawns on me personally that it isn't profound.