Yesterday, Bug was doing her homework.
She was to read the book she chose at school to a parent.
That parent was me.
As I listened to her read the story, I was sitting here at the computer taking care of a few things on my calendar.
When I had finished, I looked over and saw this …
… and, of course, immediately took a picture.
My kids are goofy.
Every single one of them.
And I love that about them!
As I looked at her and enjoyed her goofy-ness, I flashed back a few years (and then a few years more, and maybe a decade or two) to myself as a child.
And there I was.
Hanging upside down off the edge of my bed, reading my book.
Doing a headstand on my bed, my feet on the wall (sorry, Mom), reading my book.
Climbing the big tree in the front yard that had a perfectly formed “seat” where three branches met, and reading my book.
There are more, but you get the picture.
I loved to read.
Loved loved loved it.
I still do.
And so does Bug.
She’s a lucky girl!
Reading is fun!