For My Mom

My mom is a reader.

She always has a book by her chair.

She's always sharing her book recommendations with me either over the phone or via text.
(Sometimes via text, she also recommends that I write another blog entry soon, ahem.)

When we get together, we show each other the books we're reading and talk about what we'll be reading next.

We always discuss what our book clubs are up to.

Sometimes we drift off into a conversation about a book, and if you were to overhear, you'd swear we were talking about something real.

It's been like this for as long as I could remember.

I am many things because of my mom, and a reader (and a blogger) are two of them.

Here's to that!
I love you, Mom.