"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, May 27, 2010

We spent an hour at the library today. Charlotte toddled around and said hi to all of the workers and children. Then she chose her own board books. Isaiah and I sat on a bench and read a few stories together, over and over. He let me put my arm around him.

1 comment:

Rachel Hansen said...

I love how you put "let me put my arm around him."