MOORE — We attended a Library Book Sale.
So many treasures to browse, so little time. As we meandered from table to table, we noticed a little girl about 3-years-old. She had picked up a Cinderella book and danced over to her mother.
“Mommy, look! It’s Cinderella! Can I have it, please?”
The mother looked at the book and replied, “But you already have one just like this – everything’s the same.”
“Uh-uh, this book doesn’t have any wrinkles like mine does from looking at it so much. It looks new,” the little girl responded.
Children’s books were only 25 cents, so the young mother put it in her bag and continued looking.
A few minutes later the little girl ran up to her mother again. “Look, Mommy! This princess has hair just like mine and her name starts with “R” just like mine. We just have to get this one, too, Mommy. I want you to read it to me tonight.”
The book? “Rapunzel.”
“Oh, you’ll love this story,” the mother told her daughter and added it to their collection.
When our son was young, oh, how he loved books! We’d spend hours every night reading to him. More often than not we read the same book at least two or three times each night. He just couldn’t get enough.
Shortly before we left we noticed the little girl pulling her mother to a table in the corner. Curious, we gravitated in that direction.
“Mommy! They’re selling an Angel’s Bible! Isn’t that against the law?”
We all looked at the table. Sure enough, from a child’s eyes it must have looked like an Angel’s Bible. It was white with special gold trim and gold metal tips on each corner. The soft padding cover only made it seem more heavenly.