There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.
This griddle. Hm. It has seen better days, and no wonder. It’s one of our wedding gifts, from seventeen years ago today.
One of my favorite memories with these books is reading two pages of “I Want My Hat Back” over and over to my niece, while she giggled out loud.
I keep taking pictures of my kids, these strange and glorious days, because there are four of them and they are all together.
I love these books for their powerful imagery and empathy, building a bridge between those-who-have-firsthand-experience and those-who-need-a-window-in.
There are intense times of motherhood when you are too tired even to think. But if reading rejuvenates you, carve out a section of life for it when you can.