You should read: You are my Miracle

Pardon my un-seasonality, but I've had this Christmas-y book on my mind.  Sir O's preschool does scholastic bookorders, and while I always prefer a "will-last-forever" hardbound book, it's sometimes hard to pass on a great deal.  Plus a certain Captain of ours has a penchant for destroying books lately, making me less willing to buy lovely ones that will break my heart when he kills them.

In a roundabout way, that's how I found myself owning this book.
It seemed like an innocuous enough little picture book, with a sweet parent-to-child poem.
But a few lines in there made me catch my voice in my throat and brought 100 mph tears to quiver in my ducts.  Especially reading " I am your quiet place, You are my wild" it to a certain 4-year old.

You can find the poem without illustrations here.

Something about telling your child, "I am your Peace on Earth"...... makes me fall all to pieces.