Love at Home

I have fond memories of my parents reading to us before we went to bed each night. I don't remember all the books (except for Anne of Green Gables - where Baylie gets her middle name), but I remember loving hearing their voices as they read to us.

I also remember my dad wrestling with my brothers on the floor, usually until someone ended up crying. I'm so grateful to be married to a man that wrestles and reads with our children (and in our house, it's usually Jalen that ends up crying).

I love my little family. Today I feel very blessed.