Ed’s voice usually starts first, and then from the other room, my voice joins in. His voice, muted through the cracked doorway, blends with mine, as we read different stories together.
Lily is almost three years older than Emmy. Her taste in books right now is different, so Ed is reading Lemony Snicket to her now as I read Little House on the Prairie to Emmy.
Our voices, together, yet not the same.
He ends first. He comes in to kiss Emmy goodnight.
I finish the chapter, put the bookmark in. Then give in to Emmy’s begging to read just 2 more pages.
Kisses all around, covers tucked in, last sips of water given. I turn out the lights.
Good night, Emmy. Good night, Lily.
Sweet dreams.
That's such a sweet slice of family life.
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Oh how dear, except that you've made me cry. Bless your sweet family.
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I think it's wonderful and dear that you read to your children as part of your nighttime ritual. It brings you together. I love it.
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Hmmmm… I love this. I miss reading to my kids all snuggled up on the bed. We still read as a family, but since they are teenagers it is different.
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Now that is priceless…totally priceless…a marriage that is really on the same page, even if in different books!