a book, traveling home.

I woke up this morning to the sound of my iPad {see, I don't totally hate all technology!} telling me a order had been placed, last evening.  Huzzah!

But when I opened up the order, there was a note, from the buyer and I read......

She shared that the book she purchased was the exact same book that her brother had received when he was a small boy, in grade school.  He had opened it at a birthday party and they both loved reading it and she had fond memories of them using it, during her childhood.  His name was Jeffrey.  Sadly, their mother gave it to the Goodwill many years ago and she had been looking for another, all these years.
She mentioned that her brothers name was printed on the front page, but misspelled.  She thought it would be so amazing if this was the same book her brother had held, all those many years ago.

As soon as I read it, I raced to my office, opened the book and wouldn't you know....

I cried a bit, naturally.  My heart was warmed that out of all the copies of this little book, I had the one that held her memories.  

How blessed I am to collect these items.

I'm sending it off to it's rightful owner, this morning.

All the way to Arizona.