Last night my big girls and I finished reading Anne of Green Gables together. We've read a chapter (or three) a night together for the last few weeks and have enjoyed every moment of it. Even the heart-wrenching, tear-filled moments last night as we said good-bye to Matthew and sat with Anne during her first painfully sorrowful night.
My Katie ran to get a box of kleenex when she realized we were all wiping our noses on our sleeves.
I can't tell you how that book molded me as a child, shaping my appreciation for the perfectly constructed sentence and the timeless beauty of an autumn sunset. I can't tell you how it touched me as an adult, speaking to a child's need for just a little kindness in her life and an adult's need for a little magic in his.
If you've never read it, read it now. If you've never read it as an adult, read it now.
In celebration of our newest newest mother-daughter obsession, we will be scurrying to the library to pick up Anne of Avonlea today and swinging by the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for raspberry cordial and pound cake.
Deciding to homeschool was the best thing we've ever done for our family. For their sake and for our own.