Beautiful Moments

We lay on the green grass lazily astonished at the October heat simmering above the creek beside us, cutting through the center of the cemetery. When I was just ten pages from the end of reading Trumpet of the Swan aloud, Addison interrupted me and said, "Dad, you know what makes me sad? Once we get to the end of the book? when we come back and read it again? we'll always know what happens at the end -- it will never be as good as this time."