A little Birdie

The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. -Eric Berne

This morning I was sitting on the couch checking my email when Gideon stumbled out of his bedroom. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said softly, "Mommy, a little birdie came in my bed with me when I was sleeping." I mumbled something about how nice that was, but it wasn't until a few moments later, when he sat down beside me, that it caught my eye: a white feather stuck to his nightshirt! I said, "Oh my goodness! A birdie DID sleep with you! Where did this feather come from?" He looked as surprised as I did and grinned from ear to ear at the feather. "Mommy, that birdie slept on my fingers!"

I told my husband and it really creeped him out. I, however, have gotten so much joy and entertainment out of our little mystery. Who knows, maybe God did send a little birdie to sleep with my sweet boy last night. Anything is possible...