Tonight’s bedtime reading was a disaster.

I tried reading The Giving Tree to the kids for the first time. (And probably the first time I’ve read it since my own childhood.)

I made it about half way before I had to stop and compose myself.

When the old boy cut down the tree trunk, A gasped, “Oh, no!”

Near the end, I had to stop again to take a breath. Out of nowhere and unprompted, H says, “I love you, Daddy.”