I have a hunch that you’re definitely one person out there reading my daily gushings and rants, and I hope you’ve had a lovely day today. I’m thankful for all the wonderful memories I have growing up, but my fondest are of you reading to me. I think of them often-especially as I sit beside my two little guys who are bouncing up and down asking me “why, why, why?” and interrupting every five seconds making me want to pull my hair out. I imagine I was either a brilliantly quiet and well-behaved child, or you had the patience of a rock. I hope I can help my guys love books as much as I do because of you. (Writing skills though, I think they’re going to inherit from mom.)
Love. Love. Love.