My scarf

I realized the other day that I grabbed a scarf I hadn't used in awhile. After a few hours of having it on or near me, I saw a white cat hair. I was trying to think of the last time I wore it and who's white cat I had been around.

Then I saw the light yellow hair.

Then I remembered. This was the scarf I wore two winters ago that Patty and Ethel would sleep on.

I was snuggly wrapped up in the memories of my two babies.

I stayed warm the rest of the day.

Warmer than I could have ever imagined in this cold Chicago windy winter.

And my smile, like right now, was huge.