2010 - 81 books
2011 - 76 books
2012 - 71 books
I knew this year I would have a newborn in April so I set a modest goal of 40 books. Honestly, I wasn't sure I would even reach that since I used to listen to books while running and I knew my reading time at home would be very limited. But... I did. I just finished my 40th book today.
For some reason, I feel very pleased with this. I think it's because it means that even though my life is very different, I'm still me. I still love to read, I still make time for a couple pages before bed (I can't make it a full chapter much these days), I still have an audiobook on hand for down moments at work or when I'm doing chores after Z is in bed. I've had to put aside a lot of things I used to do pre-Z, but this is one thing I've managed to keep. Sure, it's a lot less reading than I used to do, but, pft, so what? My soul is still nourished by books and now it's even better because I get to share them with my Squish. We haven't quite finished Little Women yet, but we're on our way, and I cherish the quiet time before bed when I read Squishy his bedtime story and he just lays back quietly and gazes at the pictures. It's a part of me I love so I'm glad I'm hanging on to my passion for books to share with my baby boy.
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