This past weekend, the temperature for the first time all year, was warm enough that the kids escaped outside and sat on the front stoop, reading a pile of books. Charlie was at a lacrosse game with William, and looking through the window of a quiet house, this is the scene that met my eyes... Carolyn, our voracious reader, reading a story aloud to her sister who struggles with reading.
Moments later, Henry - our fledgling kindergarten reader - took a break from his raucous Davy Crockett lacrosse playing and drew close to his sisters so he could hear the story, too.
Once the story was over and her siblings pleaded for her to read it again, Carolyn happily obliged.
At least twice.
