Monday, May 21, 2012


My daughter gave me a present on Mother's Day.  When I unwrapped the package and found this miniature blank book inside, I squealed with pleasure.  The book is exquisite.  Notice its green and gold tooled binding...its red silk ribbon bookmark...
...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.


  1. I love this book, Wendy! My inclination would be to save it as well, but like you, I am learning to use things. I list my gratitudes each evening!

  2. Perfection - such a daughter, such a beautiful little book. Maybe I, too, will start writing in those blank books that have accumulated . . . :)

  3. I am that way with candles and clothing. I always feel like I don't want to use it, when was that not the point of buying it or the gift in the first place? I am trying, to overcome that :) Glad you are using your book!