There is something about a notebook that makes everything feel new. I'm not a student at the time, I'm not writing anything, but my husband, knowing the struggles I've been having decided that I needed the gift of a clean slate, so he went over to Wal-Mart and stood looking over the notebooks until he found one that he felt was fitting.
When he returned home he gifted it to me. He told me that he wanted to get me a gift I'd use, one I'd adore. He wanted to give me the gift of a clean slate and the gift of starting over and starting fresh.
Nothing means more to me than this gift, the gift of starting new and fresh. Thanks Bubba- I love it!