Hey guys, it's Autumn today. Ready for a little story? Here we go...
Ten years ago my husband was in graduate school and I was a stay at home mom with one little boy. We lived on my husband’s graduate stipend, in a tiny apartment in Memphis, and funds were limited. Extremely limited. (I once waited two days before buying new lightbulbs for the living room because I’d already gone over budget for the month.) Babysitters were expensive. Going out to eat was expensive. Everything was expensive! Everything, that is, except gas. Way back then, in Memphis, gas was only 97 cents a gallon! And checking out books on tape from the library was free. And so our weekend entertainment was, more often than not, driving around the gorgeous neighborhoods we could never hope to live in and listening to books on tape. And what better books to listen to than the very long, and very enjoyable, Harry Potter series.
Of course at that time the series wasn’t finished yet, but we were hooked. As each movie came out we splurged and went to see it together, and as each successive book came out we read them aloud to each other. A tradition was born.
There are so many things I love about Harry Potter. The books are hilarious, smart, and full of action and fantastic characters. And they have provided hours of enjoyment while I’ve been raising my rapidly expanding family. We’ve listened to them in the car again, this time on CD, and this time our boys have fallen in love with them too.
If you love Harry as much as I do, you already know that the very last Harry Potter movie comes out today. I can’t wait to see the movie! Due to a family get-together I’m going to have to wait until Monday to see it—torture! Are any of you going to see it tonight? Any seen it already? I hope it satisfies. I know at least one boys who’s going to be pretty jealous he doesn’t get to see it yet (parents have to approve it first, of course):