I ambled into the library.
No, really. I ambled into the library.
Without a toddler pulling at my arm and twittering in my ear.
And while there was a part of me that felt sad in this section…
The other part of me threw my arms wide open and welcomed the freedom.
I made a point to hover a little longer over the things that intrigued me.
It was ‘me’ time, ‘me’ style.
Peeping through the cracks in search of the new and exciting.
And snatching up the wordsmiths I know and love.
When it was over, I ambled out.
Yes. Ambled again. Sucked in the final breath of ‘me’ time.
All that ambling; it was everything.
Until this happened.
A bright eyed, freshly bathed toddler.
So, so ready for a new and exciting bedtime story.