Real-Time Phrom the Phone

 

Books are fast becoming constant companions-- first thing in the morning before he's dressed for the day, last thing at night (and in the middle of the night with a flashlight until the telltale glow gives him away), and in all the spaces in-between, this boy is bewitched, and I am as glad as can be.

Last night, he began reading his book by the Advent wreath candles as we began the nightly liturgy. I told him to close the book, inwardly happy that I have to address inappropriate times for reading with Ezekiel now, too.