Always dead during the cutest moments. Like last night, when I passed by the girls’ bedroom and saw Huck cuddled up next to Rilla on her bed. She was reading him Jane Yolen’s How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?—such a fun picture book. I so wanted to capture the moment for posterity. Couldn’t see Rilla’s face at all: just bare knees bent, supporting the book. Huck: smushed in close, absorbed, still in his grubby orange t-shirt and funny plaid golf shorts from a busy afternoon of pouring dirt onto small cars in the garden. The small voice piping, haltingly but with confidence. Her reading has sprinted forward a mile in the past month or two. She reads books now. And he’s whooshed forward too; he listens to stories, really listens. I keep trying to hit the pause button, but the remote control must be out of batteries too.
Things We Read Today, and Other Happinesses
December 2014, part the first
Sunday morning pajama post
And yet not a single photo of the mulberry faces