When I was a little toddler and my sisters quite young, Papa read through the series of The Little House on the Prairie Books. I don’t quite remember it, but growing up, I’ve read through them a number of times. You can’t ever grow tired of these books. The way Laura Ingalls writes and describes every little detail on a younger level is most entertaining. I don’t think that even grown-ups could ever grow tired of hearing about the life and adventures of the little ‘half-pint of sweet cider half drunk up’.

The most comforting parts in all the books are when Pa gets his fiddle down to play, with Ma sitting by the fireside knitting and the little girls tucked snug in their bed while the winter winds blow and howl outside. And Pa’s fiddle sings…

“‘Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”

This summer, ham’n’cheese had Little House on the Prairie on his summer reading list, so we decided to read the series as a family again. It’s so comforting to sit as a family in our living room that Mama has made so beautiful and homey, while Papa reads aloud and you color or…

You should read them. Have you?