My gift to you

This is the last page from a book that was given to me when I was expecting Harry. My auntie enclosed with it, a letter. It explained how, on a rainy day in New York, she had been sheltering in a book shop and had come across this tiny book and immediately thought of me. I read it through and promptly burst into tears. It is such a simple, yet incredibly poignant piece of writing. I wanted so much to get a copy for my sister as she waited for Baby J to be born, but sadly it is out of print. I must get her to read mine.