The other night in bed, instead of absent-mindedly checking our Instagrams, or chatting about our days, we read to each other. It was so soothing, and cuddly, and not as cheesy as you might imagine. It also felt nostalgic, and brought back such cozy memories of being read to as a child. From this New York Times article:
“Reading aloud recaptures the physicality of words. To read with your lungs and diaphragm, with your tongue and lips, is very different than reading with your eyes alone. The language becomes a part of the body, which is why there is always a curious tenderness, almost an erotic quality, in those 18th- and 19th-century literary scenes where a book is being read aloud in mixed company. The words are not mere words. They are the breath and mind, perhaps even the soul, of the person who is reading.”
I’d like to make it a weekly routine, if I can convince Kevin : ). P.S. the book we read, Bats Sing, Mice Giggle, which is basically one long fun fact about animals (cockroaches can live up to TWO WEEKS without their heads!!), is the kind of book you can pick up and start reading from any page. Perfect for read-alouds (thanks, Mom!).