We love books. We have stacks of them, our bookshelves heave with them. When he was still just a twinkle in his daddy's eye, Espen already owned more books than a lot of people will in a lifetime. I love how they look, I love how they feel, I love how they smell. Mm-mm, books! We are just bookish people.
Which is why it's a little surprising that I don't actually read a whole lot.
My days just get away from me. I spend my mornings and afternoons taking care of Espen and trying to conquer the Sisyphean challenge of keeping our house running. And then the evenings come and all I want to do is spend every. single. second. with Nick. This doesn't leave a lot of time for cozying up with books.
And that is why, when Espen was sleeping and the washing machine was going, I crawled into bed with a book. Oh, the peace and quiet! Oh, the surreptitious hedonism of slipping between the sheets in the middle of the day! Oh, the double decadence of waking up 45 minutes later and realizing I had actually taken a nap as well!
It doesn't take much these days to float my boat.
Image borrowed here. Me and Marilyn = basically the same person.