Growing up anytime we were sick my Dad would make us a "nest" and cover us with the "hunting bears blanket," his blanket that lived in his hunting truck and had that special dad smell. There was something about it that always made us feel a little better.
Today Kimber is feeling a little puny so I made her a nest on the couch and covered her with her dad's blanket. She snuggled right in and is dozing off as I type this.

1 comments:
Shes just so sweet.
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