David always snuggles his fuzzy-bear as he goes to sleep.
By an act of providence, I went into David's room late tonight to put a book away, and I happened to peek over his crib at him. I noticed he had gotten his little finger wrapped up in the ribbon that was around the bear's neck, and it was so tight that it was cutting off his circulation. It took some real work to get it off his finger (and I promptly cut that ribbon off), but I was thankful for that seemingly coincidental moment when I checked on my baby and noticed his little finger. I love how God cares about even the little things (like tiny fingers), and He always takes care of His children (Mt 6:30).