A while back, my dad asked for a favour. He wanted me to buy a book for my cousin's child, Alex who is 7 and to post the book to Alex in Texas. I wrote Alex a letter explaining that the idea of sending the book was from my father, but also included a list of my favourite children's books that I thought he might like. I thought nothing more of it, until I recieved a huge box in the post about a month later. The darling child had written a beautiful hand-written card thanking me for the book, and in return, he was sending a collection of HIS favourite books growing up to give to my son. My heart melted. Obviously my cousin was behind this (who I don't know very well) but still, this little boy's shaky handwriting just made my heart burst! Included amongst the books Alex sent, was a story I'd never heard of before, called Goodnight Moon. It's a very sweet and simple poem-type book, listing everyday items in a room and then wishing them all goodnight. I love that it was my cousin's child's favourite book and all, but does anyone else think 'wow, how simple is this book? I could write something like this!'? I do, all the time.
Have I mentioned before that Wednesdays are my free days? I drop Elliot off to his grandma in the mornings and have the day to myself. Today's planned relaxation activity: doctor's appointment. Crap, how did I manage to book an appointment for my day off? Oh well, it's nothing serious, just a check-up. I did manage to go to the library and pick up some books, and grabbed a sandwich from Subway on the way home.
Current Cadbury creme egg count: 5