I ran across this Wingfeather review a little while back, and bookmarked it for sharing here at some point, and when I went to reread it again today, it struck a slightly modulated chord (see, our author is a musician, and I am trying here, haha). In this review, the writer, Josie, talks about reading aloud with her husband every night before bed.
Then, all at once, we weren’t together as we lay our heads down to rest. Our baby daughter was taken ill and I had to stay with her in the hospital while my husband returned home to our son. Everything felt wrong, frightening and unsure. But one night I received a voice recording from my husband. ...
And from then for the rest of our separation of the hospital, we read to each other each night and went on adventures we couldn’t have found alone. It kept us together, it brought us joy, and most of all it gave us courage to trust the Maker had all things worked out and written down long before we got here.
Although the reviewer had written this (and I had read it) in the second week of quarantine, it didn't really occur to me until this afternoon that there was a parallel happening here. We are all used to being able to see our friends and family face-to-face, and things are different now. I bet it's been awhile since you've gotten to see your grandparents, even if they live nearby. We have family in town, and we can wave and talk from the porch, but we can't hug them. But you know what we can do anyway? Read together. :-)
You can read the rest of Josie's review here, and thank you, Josie, for sharing your difficult and hopeful experiences.
Featherheads, how are you all doing? How have you been staying connected to people you can't see as often as you'd like right now? Can you read them a story? :-)
