I’m thankful that this is her favorite spot. That when she’s abnormally quiet it’s because she’s lost herself in words she can’t yet read and pictures that have captured her imagination. I’m thankful that I put her books back on her bookshelf countless times a day. That she’s learned when to nod and when to shake her head and when to shake her finger and when to yell “Baaaa” for the sheep.
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” [C.S. Lewis]