Lately, we’ve been reading together in the hammock. I treasure the side-by-sideness, his growing bare legs folded over mine, the quiet togetherness. True is into graphic novels and fact books about baseball (we all watched the Sandlot recently and this has him interested in Babe Ruth). And I’ve been reading essays (Samantha Irby, Jess Klein). We pause every now again to share stories from what we’re reading. Honestly, it’s the best. Seven is rad.
He’s been sneaking in more reading after bedtime with a book light under his sheets. I love that he loves to read. I was never ever a reader as a child or young adult. I’m a late bloomer in many capacities and reading has been one of them. But this kid not so much. He loves to read. And play and climb trees and giggle and joke and home. He super loves home.
