A Christmas present to myself. It is a beautiful book, similar in feel to Nancy Tillman's books. Sitting by the fire next to the Christmas tree, savoring each spread.
A present that topped that one though, this year, is my three week old grandson. This evening, I sat by the tree holding him, talking to him as his little eyes looked at me listening. That is a gift like no other. It goes deeper in the heart than even a beautiful book, deep within that place where books are born.
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