Mostly because I spent the majority of my childhood hiding from my mom so I could finish that last chapter before she made me go clean or do school work.
It was somewhere during the first year of our marriage, when I was sitting on the couch with my nose in a book and he was twiddling his thumbs, that he asked me. “Tasha, why don’t you read your book out loud to me?”
And so began the tradition.
We read about 8 books a year this way. And I love it.
My husband could probably care less about the novels, but he enjoys the time spent with me (and I like the books!)
Is there something that your husband does with you, just because you love it?