Reading

 Growing up, I read a LOT.  Partially because I had fairly severe asthma, so it was a way to occupy my time, even during an attack.  My younger brother, Kip remembers me staring down longingly from my room as everyone else frolicked in the yard.  However, what I recall is having UNINTERRUPTED reading time, snuggled down in bed with a great book.  Sometimes when I'd go over to my dad's for visits, I would stay in bed quietly reading, hoping no one would notice I was awake so I could start my day absorbed in a good book.  A few months ago, I realized how this history with reading has helped us all immensely during this pandemic.  (Not to even mention how much much Ellie adored books!) Since we can't safely do what we normally do, everyone in the house has become consumed with reading.  I have been reading aloud The Penderwicks (feels like a modern day Little Women) to Lotta and Zibbi whenever we have a free moment.  I approach it as a one woman show.  We've also read through almost all The Chronicles of Narnia.  And we've begun the Harry Potter series. 

This week, Lotta and Zibbi started creating their own chapter books.  I think in hindsight, we will look back on this as "The Year of Reading." What a terrific continuation of the story Kip started.