My Little Librarian

Beatrice, you love your books more than any toy. Well, maybe not as much as your baby dolls but close. We keep 2 big baskets of books in the living room and you have a big bookshelf in your room chock full of books. Some books were from your daddy when he was a child, some are gifts you've received, and others are from your cousins.

One of your favorite things to do is to pull them all out of the shelf and sit among the pile. Then you'll open one up and look at it for a couple of minutes. Then you toss it aside and move to the next one. Lately you've been climbing up into the rocker to 'read' them to your dolls. It's a common sight in our house to see books scattered throughout the house, a breadcrumb trail, leading from one end of the house to the other.

A couple of nights ago, you woke up in the wee hours and couldn't settle back down. You cried, inconsolably, and as I soothed you, you muttered "booooosssss" and pointed to your bookshelf.


Many years ago when Mama and Daddy were first dating, I asked Daddy, "What do you think is my best talent?" And without missing a beat, Daddy replied, "Reading." You're too young now to understand that's not really the answer Mama was looking for but little did I know that 10 years later I'd give birth to the best little 'reader' in town.

Beatrice, I love you and your love of books.

P.S. I read this today and it made me think of you.