Tonight we began a new book. Jonathen read me the preface because he was certain I couldn’t read the fine print. I tried. He was right. Then I picked up with chapter one while he ate his apple, then he read me number two, and then I finished up with number three. Then I said the words I have said at least a thousand times, okay, and tomorrow we start with chapter….tonight it happend to be number four.
I love the chaos of little Jackson all around us even though he is fast asleep. I love Jonathen’s arm resting on my legs that are cuddled on his crossed legged lap. I love this time with my middle. I love.
