My new Bible arrived yesterday. After I confessed that I forgot which one I ordered, I started hoping (though each one is beautiful) for the burgundy one. I was so excited to unbox it and find that I got the one I really wanted!
I wish I were kidding about this. Isn’t 31 a little young to be so forgetful?
I guess I should be glad that my fickle mind didn’t change. It’s a real gift to still want what you thought you wanted, isn’t it? And I’m not just talking about the Bible….