Perfect Picture Book Friday Meets the Gift of Renewal.

When I read today’s picture book, The Branch, something in the story reminded me of my childhood. (Anyone surprised by this?) Maybe it was the remembrance of sadness when a favorite toy broke. Maybe it was the relief of having a special somebody in my life (my dad) who could always make things better with his magical know-how for fixing any broken object. Dad surprised me when he mended my mother’s favorite floor vase that I sort of, kind of, unintentionally skateboarded into when I was ten. I vaguely remember him reassuring me that Mom would laugh about the incident in ten years. He was mistaken.