On Friday, my mom, sister and I were Christmas shopping in the cold, almost-freezing rain. We sprinted into a Family Christian bookstore. (they had some great stuff last time we were there.)
I picked up a picture book and showed it to my sister.
We read it.
Right there in the middle of the bookstore.
Blubbering and splotchety, but we didn’t care. (We were already wet from the rain, anyway.)
There we stood, making idiots of ourselves.
All because of one little book.
But guess what? It was worth it.
It was SOOO worth it that we ran over to show our mom. We read it again.
Then cried again.
And no, we still didn’t care that we probably seemed very strange to the store clerks. (For the record, they were extremely polite and didn’t say a word about our breakdown.)
The book that caused all the hub-bub? Humphrey’s First Christmas by Carol heyer.
After you read this sweet Christmas story, I bet you’ll be all splotchety, too.