Shared memories

The two grandchildren who slept over at my house last night are the two who lived with me, with their mom, after her divorce. They lived here for over two years so it's not too surprising that when they visit here, a certain amount of reminiscing takes place.  Last night it took a different, fun turn.  They started pulling out lots of old story books, which I used to read to them, and we all took turns reading to each other.  What a joy to share sweet memories and to appreciate what good readers they have become.  They are such a blessing to me.