This is why I write, highlight, and leave flags in my books. I’m reminded of what I thought/felt when I first read it. I go back sometimes to feel again. I also imagine my kids reading them one day.
(Not textbooks and law reports)
Years ago, on Father’s Day, my dad went to pick up my mom and baby brother from the hospital and brought them home. We have never been able to top that gift ever since. Instead he gifts us.
Happy birthday our baby. My bestfriend. Life is better with him in it.