These are some of my happiest moments: when it's late, we are tired, the homework is done, and the girls find their way to my bed.
It's time for a story.
Sometimes it's a passage of scripture, accompanied by questions and discussion and the coziest feeling of love. Sometimes it's a poem. Usually there is a story.
But that's not all.
Sometimes there is a request to braid someone's hair.
Sometimes there is the offer of a manicure.
And sometimes someone else wants a turn to read aloud.
When the girls were little I spent many hours reading them stories, doing their hair, and painting their toes. It seemed life would always be that way and I forgot to imagine someday they might grow up and learn for themselves and perhaps want to try these things out in return.
My imagination is usually way ahead of the curve. So when something like this happens, when some moment goes beyond the loveliness of what I thought to envision, that's when I know I'm in a good place and this world is full of magic and how lucky I am to have made such a discovery.
