Despite their rambunctiousness, both boys still like it when I read to them before bed. If Sophie is having a good day, she enjoys it, too. Even Henry, almost twelve years old, will sit in the same room, reading his own book, with one ear cocked toward me. Tonight we finished one of my childhood favorites, No Flying in the House.
Before I started, though, I looked up and saw the three of them, so radiant.