Is there anything better in the wide world, than being wrapped in a snuggly blanket...

or, as a Mommy, wrapping a new baby in the softest receiving blanket...

or, as a Grammy, wrapping a toddling grandson in a freshly laundered bath towel after his play in the tub? 

I think the "wrappings" aren't as important as being "wrapped" ...loved up...snuggled... feeling tended to...

Xavier knows this feeling rather well. 

It certainly does not matter to him which blanket or towel is being used, 

although he does have his favorites. 

What is most important is that his need for snuggle time is being acknowledged 

in a loving and caring way.

When I noticed the other day, his care and attention to "baby dog," 

I had a little moment...when that grandmotherly pride makes my heart swell just a bit. 

He had gently wrapped his pup in Grammy's hanky...'the one with the blue flowers', he calls it.

"See him, Grammy," he says...holding up his baby..

and I, praising his caretaker skills, watch him walk to the rocking chair and climb cautiously into the creaking wicker. He begins to rock....not too fast...just right for a sleeping baby pup.

It is not the wrappings, it is the being wrapped.