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