...and the teeny-tiny pocket at the back, for storing mouse-sized papers. As I examined the volume's perfections, I said something about "saving it for a special occasion." My daughter frowned. And immediately I realized that it was time for me to---well, to turn over a new leaf. No more saving blank books for special occasions which never seem to arrive.
So I use this Mother's Day gift every morning, listing my gratitudes for the day. My list can vary. But there is one thing for which I am always grateful: a daughter who understands me this well. A daughter who knows that nothing would delight me more than a tiny blank book.