I’ve had this problem before. Too many great stories to choose from and frozen by indecision.
Eye of the soul
And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.Books are love letters (or apologies) passed between us, adding a layer of conversation beyond our spoken words.
Donalyn Miller, The Book Whisperer (via excessivebookshelf)
