With moistened eyes, I held the Bible close and with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and peace, realized what the girls had given me: the most perfect Christmas gift.
Standing at the post office window, I placed the tattered Bible in a box, but before sealing it, I lay my hand on the little black book … and remembered.
The book and I have always been together. Periodically, when its spine and pages separate, when handling has marred the cover’s gold lettering, I mail it to a bindery.