This morning I pulled out my old Ryrie Study Bible,
the one with the ripped cover that used to have my name printed on the front.
It has been well loved (and lugged over the years), visited multiple countries,
Ireland, France, Colombia, Albania, Switzerland, Spain, and has seen me through many
joys and trials. (I heart you, Study Bible.)
I was laying on my bed reading and Addison came in and laid next to me and asked,
"Mom,what book is that?"
"This is the Bible that Grandma and Grandpa gave me when I graduated from
"This Bible is 20 years old."
Addison's face lit up.
"That is so cool! Mom, I didn't know that books turned numbers!"
We may be having cake later today in its honor.