Every evening Steven will look through our pile of twenty to thirty library books and choose several for me to read to him before he goes to bed.
He would be perfectly capable of reading them himself, but he still enjoys hopping up on the side of my chair, halfway on the arm rest and halfway on my lap while I read them to him.
I still really enjoy it too.
I know the time will come when it will be the last time we have our bedtime stories like this. I also know, just like so many other previous last times for things, that I will not be aware that the last time is happening as it happens. And so I thoroughly enjoy each time I am blessed with as we read through our current week's assortment of books.
I enjoy the little discussions we have after each book. He will share his opinion of it and whether or not he wants to check it out from the library again someday.
We've read hundreds and hundreds of books already. Most of them are quite forgettable, but occasionally we'll come across one that we both really like. Recently we had another one of those. We both loved the ending of If a Horse had Words.
Tonight we'll be reading several more books and later this week we'll be heading to the library to exchange them for a fresh pile of bedtime stories, and I'm already looking forward to the enjoying that special part of the day together.