It doesn't seem long ago at all. I was sitting on a couch or a bed with my children piled all around and on top of me. Reading a book. Looking at the pictures together. Feeling that joy together.
Yesterday, I caught Charlie's mother reading him a book. He listened intently. And looked carefully at each page.
It was a book I used to read to her. Out of our home library. (I'm SO glad I saved all the children's books!)
A few minutes later, Charlie's uncle came home from work. He saw the "reading of favorite books" going on and had to join in.
I got tears in my eyes when I heard him reading it to Charlie just the way I had read it to him when he was little. Charlie was pointing to the pictures and anticipating the next page. And there was a certain reminiscent grin on my son's face. It filled me with serene happiness.
Books are Love. And that love bridges the generation gap without a single hitch.