Today, I went to a baby shower. It was not your normal every day baby shower, where the mom-to-be is inundated with cute baby clothes and jars, tubes and tubs of lotions and potions. The invite was quite specific and proposed that if you wanted to buy a gift, your favourite childhood book was deemed a very good idea.
So, today, the many beautiful bejeweled and beribboned gifts contained exactly that. Books. Books of all types and flavours. Ranging from Eric Carle to Roald Dahl. Nursery treasuries to Winnie-the–poo. My gift was Paddington Bear. And Postman Pat joined the queue too.
And inside each book, an inscription to the little unborn child who has officially had a library of books started for him. I thought it was a beautiful and unique idea. Here are a couple of photographs of a library beginning.