On the warm summer evenings, it’s outside on the patio, nestled in the big wicker chair my husband got for me. Late at night, it’s propped up on pillows in our bed as I try to convince my little one to eat his fill before we all get some sleep. On Sunday afternoons, when our littlest is taking a nap in our room, I curl up on the couch and alternate between napping and reading. When I’m trying to read and keep an eye on the kids, it’s in the comfy antique rocker in the living room that my husband upholstered with Pendleton fabric (click here and scroll down for a picture of the rocker and our bookshelves).
But when I need a moment of quiet, when I really want to read and pray, I retire to my cozy reading alcove in our bedroom. An antique, Mission-style chair we found at a second hand store. A stair-step shelf overflowing with books to choose from. Windows I can open to let in the breeze.
“Where I may read all at my ease…”