18 April 2012

I cried. The end.

Shhh....Don't tell Daddy that Kipling was on the bed

Yesterday we finished our lovely read, Charlotte's Web. For so many reasons it made me sad when we came to the final sentences, "It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both." I cried-like I often do. My boys know the sound my voice makes when I bravely try to fake the quake in my voice. They look at me when my weak voice comes, and they ask, "Why are you crying, Mom?" Someday, they'll understand. I know I probably won't read this classic again- at least not to my children. Much like those green shorts, this is the end of an era. We are onto other wonderful, lovely reads {like Mr. Popper's Penguins which we started today}.

Today we fortunately found in our little post office box a red envelope. And in that red envelope was a movie called Charlotte's Web. On this chilly, wet afternoon, my two littlest boys watched the movie of the book they recently finished. It was quite endearing to hear the 5 year old say, "O, mom. I remember that part from the book."

1 comment:

Melinda Speece said...

Yes, me too. I also got weepy at the end of Peter Pan.