
I've read more books in the last four months than I have in my entire adult life. Sad, but true. When I was younger everything seemed so fast pace. We were always doing something and I didn't appreciate the relaxing breather that came with indulging in a great story. Then as the cherubs joined the family, time and peace were always in short supply. If there was a chance to sit still for an hour without having a baby on my lap, chances are sleep was a more appealing alternative to reading a couple chapters of a book that I'd probably never finish. Now, however, the boys are becoming more … [Read more...]









