These not-quite-winter nights—cold and dark—force us inside. Where we used to play football, take walks, and chase each other around the yard, we now huddle in the living room after dinner.
We play games on some nights, but most nights we find ourselves curled up on the couch—together—reading, snoozing, and generally being in each other’s presence.
BigBrother made his way through a number of Christmas chapter books already, while LittleBrother tackled a couple as well as the Christmas storybooks that didn’t get wrapped for our 24 nights of books. I’m reading a number of books—poetry, creative inspiration, religion, and something to make me laugh.
Lots of reading. Lots of talking about reading.
All of it feels especially nice right now as it takes place in the light of our Christmas tree.
All of it feels especially nice right now as it takes place with my family.
I’m trying hard not to wish away the days, not to speed through the season, not to complain about the cold or whine about how I’d love to get back outside as a family. I’m trying to look at little moments like these, with my husband and sons cuddled together on the couch in a world of our own, and simply be present.
