Not at Bedtime Stories

not at bedtime stories

I’ve never much been one for bedtime stories.

By the time bedtime arrived, especially when my kids were small, reading a book was more of a chore than a sweet nighttime routine. I was always exhausted and as ready for bed as they were.

Besides, reading books in our house always meant questions. My children engage in books – and for that I am grateful – but this has never allowed for a quiet story before sleep.

Earlier in the day though, I am happy to read. With children now aged 8 and 10, I am incredibly thankful that they still enjoy having an occasional book read to them.

Plus now, they sometimes read them to me.

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In the Backyard

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An August afternoon in my parents’ backyard is filled with laughter and conversation.

We sit below the climbing roses, on the deck my father built. The gardens surrounding us have been planted and tended by my mother. Chickadees swoop over our heads and chipmunks skitter by. These fences hold memories.

While Sunday supper warms in the oven, more memories are made.