one of the things that made yesterday hellish was that somehow two of the books i checked out for my son from our local library were wet. my day was going horrible and I had just finish crying and praying in the whole foods parking lot when i got a call from the libarary less than 20 minutes after i dropped off the books saying i’d have to pay $40 for two children’s book. i went back to the library to look at the damage and sure enough the books were wet. how? idk. anyway, this afternoon she called me and said that she wanted to pay the $40 for the damaged books. she said she thought about me all night. said she knew how often i come to the library and how my son is on their wall for having 500 books read to him and didn’t want me owing them $40 to stop me from coming in. i was going to pay it and never go back. not because of them, but because i just didn’t want add any additional stressors of messing up books and having to pay again and again. my son have nearly 1,000 books of his own. seriously, but for new books or books on certain topics i go to the library. she called me three times, back to back, wanted to make sure that she got a hold of me to let me know that she had paid my $40 balance and that i can come back and pick up the books that are damaged (but still can make use of reading) up. tomorrow, i’m going to sit down and write her a nice thank you card and use some paint to put over my son’s hand as a way for him to sign the card. librarians are truly the sweetest people in the world. ❤