November 25, 2013 § 2 Comments
Recently the contents of our garage had been tucked inside an unused room of our home as my husband settled the once cluttered storage space into a long anticipated workspace. Walls tidied and tools settled, we then collectively began the process of marching miscellaneous items from the temporary corner of our home into their designated nooks of our garage. From here to there we uncovered old favorites; long forgotten toys and seasonal treasures in want of rediscovery.
Last night, as my daughter elaborately procrastinated each exercise in preparing for bedtime, she came to me baring a forgotten fall storybook extracted en route to storage. Strewn across my bed on our bellies, feet swinging in time to the predictable rhythm of the picture book prose we laughed at familiar memories and delighted in new discoveries. I marveled at the little girl who has worked so diligently as a struggling reader to find the words that so long eluded her, now leading me into forgotten memories among the written words of an old favorite.