i should be annoyed when we interrupt each other's reading to read aloud from our own books but i remember that i am lucky to be with someone who loves to read with me.
i got to spend the day with my childhood best friend (and her five-year-old). we hadn't seen each other in so long. but talking in my kitchen (the way we used to at the lunch counters and on the school bus) felt just like old times, perhaps even better.
