the boys sit on my lap, content, happy, calm, and I can read to them. These moments are some of my favorite moments of the day. And it is next to impossible to say “no” when one of them comes to me, eager, book in hand, saying “book,” “book,” “book” over and over and over. Among the many books we own, they typically choose one of five favorites. And insist I read them over and over and over. This is incredibly tiresome but yet, I think back to when they wouldn’t sit still at all. And how I feared I would never get to read to them (how silly, I know). And now, their insistence keeps me from getting much done during the day. I don’t care. Or, rather, I do, greatly, which is why little else gets done.
“Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.” –James Russell Lowell
