
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, nor turning shadow.
Ava and I have been sitting on it all day, reading books, playing with baby dolls and rolling around. She pets at it and calls it "kit". For kitty, of course.
I suddenly want it to stay cold for a while longer so I can spread it out by my woodstove. Now that sounds nice.