Yesterday afternoon Steve came home with a plastic bag that contained two books. My sil had sent two books from her deceased mother's bookcase. The bookcases were emptied and are now sitting in my garage since they know I love books. Anyways, one book was Yankee Magazine's Church Suppers & Potluck Dinners CookBook and the other was a paperback NIV Bible.

My eight year old happened to be standing near me when I opened the bag and wanted to know whose Bible that was. I told him it didn't belong to anyone that Aunt Joni has just given it to us. He asked if he could have and I told him he could. Last night he brings it to me and wants me to read it to him starting on the first page. So, we read the first few  chapters of Genesis and then stop for the evening. Today while I was knitting he brought it to me and told me to stop knitting, turn off the tv and read to him. (Yes, sir!) I did. We read Genesis 3,4 and part of 5. I'm told that we'll read the rest of Genesis 5, 6 and more tonight.

I love it! I'm convinced he's going to be the President of something someday. He's very personable and loves women of all ages. What a great foundation~The Word of God. I need to go and help him with his math. He's working on multiplication~that's not high on his enjoyment list.