It was naptime. The house was blissfully quiet. Brennan and Griffin were asleep and Aidan was snuggled under a blanket with me. He watched Scooby Doo while I read a book.
Chris walked into the room and asked what I was doing.
"I'm reading this book. It's so unbelievably good. The writing, the story, the characters - it is just well done. And it's so beautifully written. So well written that it makes me ache. I wish I could write like this author. I love this book. And I just picked it on a whim when the kids and I were at the library the other day. I love it! Really love it. I feel like it is an unexpected gift that I got to open. I can't wait to finish it, but yet, I don't really want it to end. I am simply in love with it."
Chris looks at me in silence and nods. Then he says, "I just ate a whole bag of beef jerky. It was good. I loved it."
Men.
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What's the book? I need a good read!!!! And what flavor jerky was it? Matt wants to know.
I read your stories and laugh out loud...look forward to seeing you and the kids this weekend. xoxo Tennille
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