The Little House on the Prairie

If you remember a few posts ago I mentioned that my husband and I stayed up too late watching The Little House on the Prairie. I am surprised that we both equally enjoy the show, but I don’t think I should be surprised because we are both enjoy the simple things in life and that’s what the show is mostly about.

My oldest daughter, who is now 10 years old, watched the first episode with us. Now, we’re reading the book together each night before bed. She is an excellent reader and could definitely read this book by herself, but it’s been more special for us both for me to read it out loud to her.

There’s something about having a 10 year old that has made me so keenly aware of how fast childhood goes by. Motherhood in this regard is bittersweet. 

Having our children grow up is the goal, but it’s hard to know these days are so fleeting. Especially when they are so beautiful. We’ve been savoring these days, and reading together before bed is one of the ways we do that even more.

I hope she always remembers when I’d read to her before bed. These are some of my most cherished memories, and they’re currently in the making. God is good.