There are more things to tell about my birthday (fabulous dinner! new purse! great skirt! fondue party!), but I'm getting a little tired of talking about my birthday. Also, I've come down with a killer cold. So, let's avoid both of those topics.
Instead, I'll tell you about the two best boxes that arrived last week from my mom.
When I was in Vegas, I went through my parents' bookshelves and boxed up all the books that belonged to me. I hadn't expected to take home tons, but suddenly we were at the post office, shipping 75 pounds of books to my house (thanks, Mom, for covering those rather outrageous postage costs).
I can't tell you how thrilled I am to have all of my books again. I unpacked them all on Friday night and just flipped through them, thinking about how much I love each of them. I'm absolutely delighted to have the full set of Laura Ingalls Wilder books (purchased from the Waunakee Library in Wisconsin), my collection of Ann Rinaldi books, my much-loved Emily of New Moon series, the matching set of Louisa May Alcott books, and a hoard of other miscellaneous books, all made precious by the fact that they are mine, the original versions I read for the first time.
It feels wonderful.