I started reading a book today that I randomly picked up at the library a couple of weeks ago. After reading the introduction I flipped to the authors bio. At the end of the bio the author lists a couple books written by his wife. One of the titles sounds very familiar. After a minute I realize that it is a book I’ve never seen but I’d heard of it because it was so highly regarded in the home of one of Laura’s high school friends that it became a running joke with Laura and I. I made a note to mention to Laura that my book was written by the husband of that author.
While reading on my way home I thought it would be interesting to read the two books in parallel since their topics were basically parallel.
When I got home I intended to tell Laura but she derailed my thoughts by asking about the package I had brought in from the mail. I didn’t know what it was and she said she couldn’t even remember what she had done ten minutes ago. That jogged my memory and I remembered to ask her if she remembered the Michaud Family Bible (our jesting name for the familiar title). She exclaimed, “of course, I’d forgotten I ordered that. I take it you opened it already.”
With that statement I was only partly surprised when I opened the package and pulled out the book that has been on my mind all day even though I’d never seen it before.
Obviously Laura and I are on the same page. Just like I randomly picked up the husband’s book in the library, she randomly came across the wife’s book again and decided to buy it after all these years.
