It is time (baby asleep, husband out, house quiet, crickets chirping, porch light humming) to finish the last 100 pages of that novel I’ve been reading for at least 3 months. I almost don’t want to do it. I’ve grown very attached to carrying The Moonflower Vine around with me to all the places where I am never able to sit down and read.
For Bonnie’s first birthday (over a whole month ago now), I bought her Raggedy Ann, her first dolly (and my second favorite dolly ever!), along with Johnny Gruelle’s classic story book Raggedy Ann and the Camel with Wrinkled Knees. When I was a little girl, I found an illustrated chapter book of Raggedy Ann and Andy stories at our school library. I checked it out, read it, and renewed it for as long as I could. When I absolutely had to return it, I just waited a few days and checked it out again. I remember our sweet librarian saying, “This again?” while I nodded in silent glee, and took it back to class with me. I think eventually she told me I had to give other people a chance to read the book, too, and I was made to check out something different. If I could, I would pass along my childhood enchantment with library books about play things that come to life and adventure in the woods. Red yarn hair, candy hearts, striped stockings, oh I hope eventually she loves all of it as much as I did!
For now, though, I love how these photos of my silly, sweaty girl in an old red wagon turned out :)