Connie Brooks loves her bookstore and works brutal and difficult hours there, but when her son Henry comes in from school or to visit, she drops whatever she is doing, asks him to go pick out a book and the two of the sit in the chair by the door in a reading chair and she reads the book to him. Henry picks out one or two, and then he goes home and Connie goes back to work.

Looking at this image, I did have a stab in the heart, thinking about what this kind of moment would have meant to me as a child, or to any child. Every Saturday, I took my daughter to the Open Door Bookstore in our town and read stories, and she has loved books every day of her life. Connie always remembers what is important, life is about moments of connection, the building blocks of our own humanity.