I have been having some problems with my vision lately, so last night my husband read to me from Born to Run, a pretty bad-ass book about a tribe of reclusive Indian runners who inspired a Men’s Fitness magazine writer to join the barefoot running movement. The story is endlessly interesting, and though I seriously doubt I’ll start taking my local jogs sans footwear I couldn’t help myself from continually asking Scott to read me just one more chapter. Falling asleep to his voice was incredibly comforting–it reminded me of our honeymoon, when we read each other Oliver Twist to pass the time on long European train rides. Scott, thank you for sharing your new book and familiar voice with me. xo

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