Did you ever have a day when you feel as if you are constantly behind?
Everything you set out to do seems to have a detour.
Point A to Point B is not linear but rather goes through a million twists and turns.
The kind of day when you wish that you press replay and start over.

I was meeting a friend for breakfast.
I left the house before my husband since I wanted to get a few things done beforehand.
I rarely leave the house before 8:00 in the morning.
The traffic was much different than I am used to during the day.

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Every time I talk to a young boy or girl of reading age, I ask the same question.
What book are you reading?
They know that they are going to get that question from me.
Often, I know the book they are talking about; sometimes they have to describe it for me.

The question is not just a talking point.
The question is not just small talk.
The question is an important one.
It is an important question because reading is important.

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I have my own special place at the kitchen island.
It is the seat I always sit in when I have my breakfast.
It is the place where my children would always find me each morning.
It warmed my heart to know that they would turn their head and look for me there.

It is the place where I feed my body.
It is also the place where I feed my soul.
My children knew that my breakfast would be in front of me.
They also knew that my Bible would be in front of me as well.

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There are shower people and there are bath people.
I am a shower person.
The hot water feels so good on my back after a night of sleep.
There is something so refreshing about a hot shower as I begin my day.

It often amazes me that for us shower people, getting caught in the rain is not so pleasant.
I thought about that as I dodged raindrops coming out of the grocery store.
Water from the shower is delightful and refreshing.
Water from a rain shower is annoying and inconvenient.

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My oldest daughter came over so we could catch up.
I love that special one-on-one time.
We usually end up talking for a few hours.
We talk about everything and nothing.

She texted me when she was on her way.
I wanted to open one of the garage doors for her.
My husband was away on business so we had the night to ourselves.
I had just opened the door that leads to the garage and pushed the button to open the door.

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Every time I walk across the bridge, I think about it.
I am not talking about a bridge outside that goes over a body of water.
I am talking about the bridge that goes over our foyer and family room.
It is the bridge that links one side of our upstairs to the other.

It is very cozy on the bridge.
There is a comfy wicker settee and two wicker chairs that beckons you to sit for a while.
There are three large bookshelves filled with books on the bridge.
Bookshelves filled with books is nothing new at our house.

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If you ever go to the library around story hour you will see it.
You will see faces of children mesmerized by what they are hearing.
You will hear the animated voice and see the gestures of the librarian as she reads.
The book in her hand holds a treasure.

I am sure that if you wave your hand in front of a child, they would not notice.
The story has captivated them.
They are involved in the plot and in the characters lives.
They want to know the resolution of the problem.

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It is an age old question.
It is one that has been asked numerous times.
It is deemed a philosophical question.
It is a question that is said to tease our intellects.

If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s nobody around to hear, does it make a sound?

I actually googled that question.
It has its own Wikipedia page.
It is said to regard observation and perception.
However, it is a question about so much more.

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The email invitation came again this year.
It was sent by my daughter who teaches second grade.
It had two words on the subject line: MYSTERY READER.
I was actually excited when I saw the email in my Inbox.

My daughter invites parents to come to her classroom quite often.
She has Poetry Day, where each child has to memorize and recite a poem.
She has a mother/child picnic and a father/child kickball game.
She has many celebrations around the holidays.

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I am on the list.
In fact, I am on two lists.
I am a safe person in the contact list of two young people.
I am one of the privileged few.

One phone is for a young boy, who has one more year before he goes to high school.
I am a person the school can get a hold of in case his parents cannot be reached.
I am someone he is allowed to text and someone who is allowed to text him.
It is nice to know that I am there if the need ever arose.

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