Warmth. . .

It's a crisp, nippy morning with a little dusting of snow on the Hobbit Hole.  I hope those silly daffodils that had poked out of the ground on Sunday have the good sense to change their minds.

I enjoy the coziness of winter - sweaters and warm socks, the hum of the pellet stove in the basement and the ever-changing landscape out my window.  I keep my thermostat set so that the indoor temperature hovers between sixty-one and sixty-four degrees, the temperature I have found to be comfortable when moving about during daily routine activities.  I keep a sweater on the back of the chair to throw over my shoulders when I work at my desk.  A favorite cover-up, though, is my Superman Snuggie, a gift from a friend a couple of years ago.  Its hands free feature allows perfect ease for crocheting or knitting while remaining "tucked in."  The snuggie has been a favorite addition to my growing collection of Superman paraphernalia right from the start, however, until recently, I hadn't given much thought to what I looked like while wearing it; only that it felt so delightfully warm and cozy.  Then, a few days ago, I wanted to show it to my daughter, so I slipped it on and stepped out of a room with my arms in the air, singing the Superman theme song.  For a moment, I thought she was going to require resuscitating.  "Do you have any idea what that looks like?" she asked.  No, I didn't.  But I do now.  The grandkids are much less faint of heart.  Their remarks are more like: "That really looks funny" and they smile.

Warmth.  It doesn't only come from the sweaters and fleecy blankets that cover our exteriors.  There is another kind, an inner heartwarming kind like the warmth of friends or the warmth of God's loving arms around you. 

Now that I think of it......aren't they one in the same?