The Largest Pumpkin

February 28, 2012

I’m trying to make a habit out of reading my daughter to sleep at night. We’ve been at it for several weeks now (though not nightly, I admit) and I get no greater joy than closing out my day, sitting next to her bed, quietly reading to her with the book light on. Tonight, Cinderella, for what was probably the fourth time to date. What I enjoy most about story time is watching her face as I read with varying levels of intensity, her eyes going back and forth between me and the pages. If I’m ever half-assing it, any lack of expression lets me know that she’s on to me. And when her face beams, I know I’m doing right by her.

What started as just a way to get her to fall asleep in her own bed (we’re having trouble with that…) has quickly turned into serious business. And the more nights I spend reading to her, the more I’m reminded of just how important, and influential, these times are for both of us.

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