As a rule of thumb when it is quiet during playtime I tend to worry. When that silence came today, I glanced over and saw the Little Miss looking through a book, enjoying every last item on each page then turning to a new one.
Some of my fondest childhood memories were of my mother reading books to me, one after the other all through the day. I am thrilled to be raising a reader.
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Can you tell her Dad picked out the book? |
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this is an older picture, I just love it. |
I cherish the moments when she climbs on my lap and I get to read to my daughter, but watching her enjoy a book on her own makes me feel like I am doing something right. These simple moments bring warmth to my heart. What a proud mommy moment.