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You had me at “Hello”

How I miss the days where I could¬†spend an entire day in my pajamas reading. Nowadays, it’s a rarity to find 10 uninterrupted minutes in the day to complete a chapter (or write a blog post). It’s why I stay up so late at night and read into the twilight, often my book falling on my face.

With a stolen moment this morning, I just read the opening paragraph of The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah:

In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

I’m hooked…

How I wish I could shirk today’s responsibilities…

I know what I’m reading tonight after the kids are in bed, after the lunches are packed, after the house is in less disarray and the peace of a sleeping household has set in.