Mom

My mom's birthday was over the weekend. She always made sure I had books as a child. Maybe it was because we didn't have television. Or the fact that I was her oldest and used it as a tool to keep me occupied. It doesn't matter. But she did give me Anne of Green Gables and The Little House on the Prairie, and all the books in between. She even made sure my Book It! pizza certificates were used even though we had to travel thirty miles to use them. When my parents divorced she made sure I had every Babysitters Club book available and trips to the library were frequent. Books were how I escaped their unpleasant divorce and are how I cope with cold and rainy Saturday afternoons. Thanks Mom, for giving me books. Happy Birthday!