I love how much our kids love books now, but I’m even more excited for when they can start reading themselves and we can start experiencing even more adventures together.  While both kids tend to favor the same stories over and over again, Enzo is thankfully at an age where we don’t always have to read the same books every night like someone else I know (cough cough *Phoebe* cough cough).  I do get how important repetition is, but there are some days when I’d rather cry then read ‘Elmo Says Achoo’ or “Potty” one more time.  Admittedly, it is pretty cute that she is starting to memorize them, so she reads along with me.

Many of my childhood memories include books and thankfully I’ve save some of our childhood favorites for when Enzo and Phoebe are older.  Granted many of the spines are fragile and it might be better to get new copies in order for the originals to remain intact, but I’d like to at least once pull out the books that I held when I was their age and hopefully read them together.  Granted, they may not think they’re as great as I thought they were, but you never know.

As a shy introvert, I could always count on my books for quiet company.  My friends were Laura Ingalls, Anne Shirley and Jo March.  Curling up with a good book will always be one of my favorite things to do and I can’t help but picture at least one or both of my munchkins quietly curled up next to me caught up in their own adventure.

One thing I can promise is that we will always have a decent selection of reading material, and while nothing will ever compare to physically holding a book in my hands, I confess that having an e-reader is incredibly handy. I can take as many books as I want to wherever I go for all of us, and they take up a lot less space and are much lighter when it comes to moving… and anyone who has ever helped us move will be glad to know I’ve cut back a lot on buying physical books. Ha ha.