I’m slaving over a hot stove, when a very excited Ian comes bouncing into the kitchen. He holds up a ragged, but very loved book and says, “Mama, Crack in the Track.” (The title actually being, Thomas the Tank Engine and the Crack in the Track.)
His sweet face is just one big, happy smile. I desperately want to do his bidding, but with chicken frying in a pan, this is not the best time for me to cuddle up with Ian and read a book. Having high hopes he will grow up a voracious reader, I don’t want to discourage him.
“Ian, read Thomas to Laurel.”
He looks down at his book, obviously thinking about his next action. I am half expecting him to repeat his request, but then to my surprise, he dashes out of the kitchen towards his baby sister lying on the living room floor.
To my delight, I hear soft words coming from Ian and Laurel’s direction. I have to check out what is going on. I walk into the living room and find Ian sitting next to Laurel, gingerly turning the pages of his book as he “reads” it to her. Laurel is absolutely transfixed upon Ian’s face, kicking her legs in excitement.
I can’t help myself; I have to kiss my kids. Oh, how I hope these moments are numerous!