And I navigate down the ladder and practically fall down the stairs
and my husband is still sat on the sofa
and I wave the book at him. His excitement is minimal,
he had read the ebook and was disappointed.
I left him alone and ran up to see my darling daughter
and she was excited to see me with the book.
I sat beside her,
opened the tome and began to read
using the voices that my father taught me.
"Hang on to that butterfly" I chorused
with a loud booming voice that took me back decades.
She falls asleep
having loved the book.
I want to capture this moment;
let me go get my cameraphone.