I very rarely read books anymore. I just choose to do other things with my time. Inside, I think I've always kind of longed to love books, the way my sister did. She could devour a book in a matter of hours, and I have visions of her on Christmas day, after opening a stack of books, cuddled on the chair in the corner, under a blanket, paging through her books and flying through them. Deeply involved in them. Not able to put them down. And finishing them lightening fast, ready to pass them off to my grandmother to read. She always loved her book recommendations it seemed.
I always admired that. But it just wasn't my thing.
It really, really, really has to be an amazing book to keep me deeply attached, so much so that I don't even want to put it down.
When one of my favorite bloggers, Kelle Hampton, was in the process of writing her book, Bloom--I knew this would be one of those books. The very rare read that I could hardly put down. Well, I had hoped it would be that way anyway. I just gotta read her book, I told myself.
Yesterday, it finally released. Over the weekend we got an iPad, and so I quickly downloaded iBooks. I searched for Bloom and it came up within seconds. It sat around on the Shop screen for a while, until I finally just let myself hit buy now, because what the heck, it's my birthday week anyway. And Happy Birthday To MEEEE!
I was in a lot of pain last night after our church community group. They had thrown me a really sweet little birthday shindig, with a strawberry shortcake birthday cake, and wiggly candles. They sang to me. I held my girl and she smiled from ear to ear at the birthday song. I think she thought it was for her--but it was amazingly cute nonetheless. But on the way home I kept getting these pains in my stomach, where it only felt good to lay in one position, on my back. Which was kind of weird, normally my side is my go-to position when something hurts.
It was late. About 10pm at this point, and oh the pain. But, I remembered that Bloom had been downloaded and all I could think about was drinking in all those words of someone I truly admire. So, I drew a hot bath because I knew I could get comfortable there, and maybe it would ease the pain I was having. I got in my bubble bath and propped the iPad on my round belly. Every word drew me in. Every colorful photo made me feel like I was there.
I warmed up the bath one time, and even looked at my toes to see how pruney they were. Total prune status goin' on. But I kept reading. At one point, my husband came in, absolutely HORRIFIED at the site of me holding the iPad over gallons of bath water, and pleaded with me to NOT LET IT FALL IN, but have fun reading, and goodnight babe, love you.
Eventually I decided I should probably head to bed, but within minutes of drying off and trying to adjust myself to a somewhat comfortable position, I heard the cries of my eye-tooth-poppin' toddler girl. After reading the first few chapters of Bloom, I couldn't help it, despite the pain I was having in my stomach, and need for sleep, I jumped up, eager to be the one to comfort my sweet girl back to sleep.
I guess that's what a good book does, huh? It changes your perspective. It helps you see things differently. And specifically this book, gave me that extra does of gratefulness, of this time just left with me and her, before she shares time with a sister.
This morning, I couldn't get to my iPad fast enough. We cuddled in bed, me and Emeline, for about half an hour, while she sipped milk and watched Disney Junior, and where I soaked in another chapter, and sipped on my coffee. A solid stream of tears coming down the left side of my cheek because of the way I was leaning on the pillow, and duh, because of the words of this book. I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm pregnant, expecting a 2nd baby girl, just like Kelle, and that her recounts of every step of her journey with Nella is written so raw, so full of emotion, that it's hard not to feel her every pain and ounce of happiness, too.
Four chapters in, and I'm hooked. I'm reading a book that I actually enjoy. And so much so that I may ask to go get a birthday pedicure tomorrow, splurge for the extra long one, JUST so I can sit and read in peace and quiet, and heck, maybe even finish it while my toes get extra pretty, and my legs get massaged.
Yep, that sounds perfect to me.
Happy Wednesday, friends.