What I love about writing daily is it encourages that cycle. Read More. Write More. See the stories everywhere.
This week, I'm reading:
Of all the things that appear to be going on in this book, I was fascinated by this quote: "He huffed and puffed and snorted and left and I unpacked my books." (page 25).
The Fiancee had packed up Her books and unpacked His sports trophies.
This was foreign to me. You see, I celebrate today that I'm married to a reader, and we appear to be growing readers.
When we bought our first house? It was a mid-modern ranch with built in bookshelves. Right there in the living room.
Our second house?
Well, we had to immediately purchase and build more bookshelves.
Mr. goes to the library on his lunch break. He asks for and receives books at gifts. When we travel? We always carry books with us. (Last week, when we traveled at Easter; he sneaked books into my book bag. I let him.)
Dinner and a bookstore.
My reprieve from teaching and parenting our kids?
He walks them through the library, so I can do that alone.
Some of our best conversation?
About what we are reading.
Our two sons? We adore them.
Last week, the oldest finally read:
The youngest? Like He does, he went his own way. I worried about him. He was learning to read, but he didn't really Love reading. Fast forward one year? He'll read just about anything! He's currently reading books like this:
"Mrs. LimbackMom!" "I'm really reading this book, not just looking at the pictures."
Yes you are my youngest. Yes you are.
It took that one quote from my current read to inspire this celebration.
We don't have a lot of things down.
We are messy.
We are a "spicy people." (Thank you, Jen Hatmaker for that one.)
I still need to go to the grocery store.
We probably also watch too much t.v. and use tablets too much.
But we love. And we are readers.