I have to say it, although I know it’s selfish. There is one (and ONLY one) reason I’m glad my hub is far away. I get to take all the credit for teaching our son to read. It’s a big deal!

Reading was and is a huge part of my life. I learned to read at 3 or 4, and was devouring whatever Dick and Jane books they’d give me in Kindergarten (poor saps; A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was probably more up my alley at age 5. Mwa ha ha.). My husband started reading at a very early age 3. Don’t get him started about how he was in the paper and was considered by his PhD preschool teacher to be a genius. Neither he nor I had any expectation that Max would necessarily have our love for reading, but all signs point to yes, he does love books.

I read to him nearly every night. Now we have beginner books and he’s reading me bedtime stories. It’s amazing. He even calls Papa and reads to him. Doesn’t that just choke you up??

I love taking him to the library and instilling in him the excitement that millions of books hold. The possibilities. The smell. I have fond memories of my local library and one very nice librarian who always saved the good books for me. And got me starring in my very own library commercial.

Let’s hope this love of books continues as it has for both of us.