Two people gave us this book, which has always had a special resonance with me. It's about a little boy who grows into a young man, then an old man, and is friends with a tree. The tree gives and gives of herself -- apples, branches, etc. -- until she has no more to give except her stump as a seat for the old man. It's a beautiful but sad tale of selfishness and unselfish giving.
Drew tried to read it to Rachel last night but he had to stop halfway through because he started weeping and couldn't stop. Rachel wasn't so much concerned as curious. She pointed to Drew's face and said, "Daddy kie." "Daddy kie." (Daddy cry).
"She's such a sweet little girl," he told me later. "And soon she'll be 13 and she'll hate us."
I think he should give our girl a little more credit than that, don't you?
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