It is not uncommon for us to come home and find a flat brown box on our doorstep. The girls know what is inside. “Open it! Open it!” they demand.
I am on the reviewers list for some publishing companies and I have a fast ‘buy with one click’ finger on Amazon… so we get a lot of books.
“Open it! Open it!”
Before homework or dinner or any of our other responsibilities (sometimes before we even get our coats off), I open it.
Books. New books.
We drop whatever is in our hands and on our minds. We sink down onto the living room carpet. We can’t even be bothered to move to the couch.
Katie likes to sit on my lap, her head leaning against my chest. Maddie sits next to me – as close as she can get – and puts her head on my shoulder. I inhale and exhale, taking in their scent and their presence. (Katie always smells like fresh air, I don’t know why. Maddie, like soap.) And I read.
It feels like time has stopped for a few moments. Rather quickly it ends and we are back to homework and dirty dishes and sibling arguments and the noise of our lives.
Oh, how I love those days when we come home to find a flat brown box on our doorstep.