I love reading.
Okay, I'll confess, that may be the worst kept secret of the year. If you ever wandered into our house you'd see books here and there and shelves that I swear groan under the weight of their load at times but reading is one of those things that just energizes me and passing along a love of the written word to our children is something my husband and I both hold dear.
As a college student I had a mind that wouldn't stop and a body that wouldn't start. Doctors eventually figured out that I possess a faulty gene or two resulting in Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. As a result, my body often can't keep up physically with my mind. Books were a life saver to me as they provided friends when I was sick, adventures when I couldn't get out of bed, knowledge when I was bored, and expression when I tried to write my own.
Although my health has (mostly)stabilized, books have remained a constant in my world.
Throughout the day, I round up my boys for cuddles and stories while they're still young enough to want to snuggle with their mom and it's exciting to see the excitement in their eyes as they scan their rooms for where they last left their favourites while snuggling up for the last story time,
At least a few nights a week I can be found in the late hours of night (or wee hours of the morning because sometimes you just can't help reading just one more chapter - or three) snuggled up with my softest blankies and pillows and a big mug of tea, diving into new concepts or new worlds hidden between the pages of the latest book to cross my nightstand.
After all, as C.S. Lewis once said
"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me."
Wise words in my opinion😉