There went a man from the house of Levi.

I remember sharing a room with my brother and loving my little cave, the bottom bunk. In fact when we moved to our big house when I was 6, I was given my own large room. The insecurity that overtook my soul when I had no layer of protection hovering over me led my parents to get me a canopy for my bed. That's not what I was going to tell you about but weren't my parents awesome to come up with such a solution. Mom sewed the whole set for the bed, canopy, shams, etc. it was gorgeous!

Back to the bunk bed.... Dad used to read to us at night and he would start of "there went a man from..." And Barry and I would shout "from the house of Levi." And on and on it would go, this little game meant to keep us interested. To this day, I cannot read this passage without recalling that great memory.

Time invested in story time and reading time is never lost.