Delicious

Cooper and I are reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's Farmer Boy. Last night, after listening to one of the many descriptive meal scenes, Cooper remarked, "Wow, this book has lots of delicious words in it."

His comment made me smile. I agree, her detailed passages about food make my mouth water. But beyond Wilder's books, the beautiful language found in the best books is delicious to my ears.

My time for reading feels so brief at this season of my life. I squeeze in a few minutes while waiting in the pickup line at school, in the space while I'm hovering near bedroom doors waiting for children to sleep, during the short periods of quiet when all my children are reading as well. I savor these opportunities to jump into another world and drink in those "delicious words."