Reading...

(I wish I had a room in our house like this!)

My classes this semester has allowed me to catch up on reading, my husband cringes when I use reading as a form of fun. But I grew up with two parents who LOVED reading, of course their choices in books were drastically different from each others but none the less it was a fun thing for them to do, to slip away from life in a good book.

My sister however, not so much a reader for fun type of girl. Reading requires leisure time and everyone knows the expression "curl up with a good book", my dear sister didn't not have the patience or the attention span to sit, period! So needless to say I soaked up the love of reading from the two who gave me life and I have been reading ever since.

You would think for something so great and rewarding to me I would at least remember how I learned how to read but I'm lost on that one?

My daughter has definitely picked up the passion for reading, in fact so much she requires at least a pile of books in her bed before we even think about saying our good nights. Most often then not I go to check on her later and she is sprawled out with two of them open and one laid out on her face snoring away.

I ask her every morning "What did you dream about?" I think maybe something resonates with her and fills her dreams with pictures of Fancy Nancy or Madeline, but it's always the same..."my daddy". Oh that girl has a thing for that man!

Anyway I have tried over and over again to get Nate to read a book but mostly I feel like his eyes will pop out of his head with the thought. Except if we bargain, and no nothing dirty except well I offered him a deal. For every book he reads I will go on a weekend camping trip with him. He laughed and honestly thought about it for awhile and then he says "I would never get to go camping again, babe." 

Recently I gave our good friends a bunch of books for their baby shower I had either read them previously to our children or I read them before buying them and thought what little girl wouldn't want to hear about the hungry caterpillar? 

Life is not always easy, in fact it can be a down right pain in the ass a majority of the time but for me reading is one of the best medicines I can take to pick me up. I enjoy becoming invested in the characters or the hidden back story of the book. 

I have found the love of my life, I have created two beautiful children and I am almost giddy to go home every night to them. But I fall in love every time I pick up a new book and throw myself into it and follow right along, it let's my (wild) imagination roam free and the best part is even when the book has ended and is placed nicely on the shelf I look up and there with his sarcastic grin and loving eyes my husband smiles and says "finally", and even though I may shoot a glare in his direction I can't help but smile since I know we are living our own story and I hope that it never ends.