Earlier this week, we were surprised to learn that five eagerly awaited boxes from France arrived and were waiting for pick up at the post office. My husband dashed out the door to pick up the boxes and was back home surprisingly fast.
Knowing the boxes were filled with old family books, we carefully opened them, one by one,
making sure each book was removed gently.
We took time to admire the textures, patterns,
After the books were all unpacked and the girls went off to play, I remained close by with my camera. In the quiet, I watched my husband explore the books,
often smiling as he read more of the inscriptions. I imagined him establishing a deeper connection to some of his relatives from generations past.