We miss real books. We did not bring many with us. We miss the smell, the feel. I miss books on shelves. They were very comforting for me. Thankfully we did not sell our books when we moved. They were one of the few possessions we kept. They are waiting for us, all stacked neatly on our bookshelves in the storage unit.
Just this week Margaret decided that books are good. Before this week she would listen, but always had to be playing with another toy. She never sat still. In the past few days, she’s stopped moving and has become riveted when we begin telling a story. Last night she “sh’d” me when I interrupted a story that Chloe was reading. I love it when my children discover the magic of listening to a story!