Storytelling

I have to admit my husband is a very talented storyteller. I'm not sure what made me think of it today, but I was thinking back on our days in college. Graduating with a degree in English, my husband had to take many writing classes; some he enjoyed, other he endured. One class he took focused on children's literature, so naturally one of his assignments was to write a children's book. The idea was about a little boy whose family had sold their house and were moving to a new neighborhood. On the day of the move the little boy didn't want to leave the house because he was afraid that if he moved, he wouldn't be able to have a birthday anymore. For the life of me I can't remember the end of the story, but I do remember thinking "Wow! That was a really clever story. If I were a mom, I would buy that for my kid". Now that he is a Dad, he tells our son a new original story each night. And each morning I'm treated to the tale, retold by my son (perhaps not as eloquent, but definitely still compelling). It's no less entertaining when my husband tells a story to me. He definitely has a way with words, always saying precisely what he means. Somehow out of the same vocabulary that I have, he's able to sound eloquent, mature and clever. I, on the other hand, seem to fumble over my words, give WAY too much information and never get to my point. Hopefully practice can make perfect because I do try not to be that way. But hey, if we were all talented in the same areas, life would be boring, wouldn't it?