Mulberry Street

I got in a few minutes writing this evening while Mary was feeding Lillian, which was good, but the best part was hearing Mary start reading Dr. Seuss’ And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street aloud. Not only is it wonderful to hear my wife read*, and not only is it equally wonderful to hear her sharing books with our little girl, but the real kicker at that moment was the realization that this particular book — which I don’t think I ever read myself before this week when Lillian and I picked it up at the library — is about a boy who makes up fantastical stories (and I just found out that it was Seuss’ first book).

Keep going, it said to me. Keep going.

Got it.


* I could listen to her read the phone book. Seriously.