Molly and I just finished reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It’s her first time through the book, and my gazillionth…but it never gets old. My favorite passage this go-round is when Lucy and Susan are wrestling with Aslan after he comes back to life:
Round and round the hilltop he led them. Now hopelessly out of their reach, now letting them almost catch his tail, now diving between them, now tossing them in their air, with his huge and beautifully velvety paws and catching them again. And now stopping unexpectedly so that all three of them rolled over together in a happy, laughing heap of fur and arms and legs. It was such a romp as no one has ever had except in Narnia. And whether it was more like playing with a thunderstorm, or playing with a kitten, Lucy could never make up her mind.