My husband’s friend lent him an old Bible that he owns. They aren’t sure how old it is, exactly. Some shots were sent to an archaeologist friend of my husband’s; he just happens to be teaching a seminar this weekend to a bunch of people that specialize in the two languages that they are all thinking this Bible could be written in. The cover of the Bible is wooden, and the pages are leather.

Sometimes, I can’t believe how cool my life is – to have such a piece of history in my very own living room is extraordinary. I loved how Lola spoke in hushed tones when she asked her daddy about it, as if the very thought of elevated decibels could risk the integrity of such a relic.