something a little off the beaten path today, but back in the 'burbs while on a target run, huck + i came across this little book called when i was small. it's about a boy named henry and his mother, who, if you ask me, happens to look rather a lot like me. if you squint or whatever. i swear it was as though it had been written for the two of us. it's the sweetest little story, i get all lumpy every time we read it together.
there are two others in the series, when you were small and where you came from, that are equally as wonderful. especially where you came from; there's a page in there where henry's dad says they found henry in the garden, growing from a peony bush. come on. this is right up there with that time i finally read anne of green gables and suddenly my whole life made sense. i swear it couldn't be any more perfect.
anyway. we've been on a bit of a bed time book tear recently and are in need some fresh blood. any favorites you recommend that i should be checking out at the library?