With the wind blowing gently through the trees, I sit in the shade and find myself with a precious quiet moment. These moments have been hard to find lately. Quinn is playing with the handful of kids still at the park before the heat consumes us, and as I reach into my bag I find the book that was handed to me during relief society yesterday. I proclaim aloud to no one in particular ‘I haven’t handled a real paper book in what feels like a year’.
A year.
That statement makes me sad. I use to sit in the Barns and Noble on the weekends just to smell the books. The smell of ink and paper mixed with coffee. And the excited feeling that I just might find a really great story among all those pages.
I hope we all can find a quiet moment today.
Xoxo