I run to the laundry room ...and there I find her baby, sleeping within a blanket, within one of the washers. Quickly, I gather the baby up, still within the blanket, sleeping peacefully. I think I see him smile, as I cuddle him in my arms ...or it could be just my imagination. Then I notice a note pinned to his blanket. No one is around, so I read it aloud: "I want my son to not only know of Jesus, but to know Jesus like you do, Ruth. I want you to have my son."