"Ginny and I were downtown today and I saw something and—" she fingered the book she'd been holding in her hand. "I thought you might like to have this." She handed him the worn leather book she'd spotted hours earlier. "You'd been kind enough to let me read your own family journals, I thought, well maybe you'd like to make your own. Your own experiences and whatnot." She tucked a curl behind her ear. "Unless of course you already had something picked out."