Today, all three of my children arrived home from college for Thanksgiving. At one point this evening, dinner was bubbling on the stove, and my son was playing guitar in the living room and singing along. My older daughter chimed in from the kitchen and my husband added his voice as well. I simply smiled. Warm, happy, lovely.

After we enjoyed dinner together, I stumbled upon a spine poem on a blog I follow and introduced my daughter to the concept. We rummaged through the bookshelves, made a great mess, and together created our first spine poem.

(Since the glare has obliterated some titles, I’ve transcribed it below.)

This I Believe
There Is A Tide
The Highest Tide
Invisible Horizons
Gathering Blue
Gossamer
The Remains of the Day
The World Below
Within Arm’s Reach

All in all, a lovely evening.