My mother kept her small hardcover copy throughout her childhood and I was able to enjoy it when I was a little girl. It was one of mom's special books and I had to treat the petite volume, which was kept separate from the rest of our books, with care. Reading it felt like a treat and the book was always very special to me. I hadn't seen the story in years and had almost forgotten about it until my mom gave Nate the anniversary edition. So, shockingly, I cried.
"A friend is someone who likes you.
It can be a boy . . .
It can be a girl . . .
Or a cat . . .
Or a dog . . .
Or even a white mouse."
I can't wait to share this with Nate when he's old enough to appreciate it. In the meantime, I'll just keep it safe for him beside my bed. Thanks, Mom.