Abby has always been into books. When she was a tiny baby, we would lay on our backs together as I held a book above her, reading page after page. She would just look in amazement, her eyes taking in every. single. detail. At about seven months, it became a daily routine to read a book not only before bedtime, but before naptime as well. I couldn't get over how still she would be as she sat on my lap in the rocking chair, me reading in a soft voice and pointing at the pictures. Now at almost a year old, I ask Abby if she wants to read a book and she'll crawl her way over to her bookshelf, pull herself up, grab a book (or two, or three) and crawl back over to me so we can read. I absolutely love the fact that she enjoys books as much as I do. I absolutely love that we can share these special moments together now. I think it's safe to say she won't want to sit in my lap and read a story when she's 13. ::sigh::
Now that you know the love of books we share, here's a quick story for ya. My parents were in town visiting just a few weeks ago and of course it's always hard to say goodbyes on the last day. This particular day was no different than the others. We said our goodbyes, gave our kisses, and had those extra long hugs where you don't want to let go. Then we stood in the driveway watching them drive all the way to the end of the street. It's always so hard, but that's beside the point. Abby and I came in and went upstairs to play and read some books. Well, the book she chose was this:
Good choice, cute little book. I started to read the book to Abby until she decided it would be much more fun to crawl around sliding the book on the carpet. So I let her play while I put clean clothes away. No biggie. Then I heard it.... the rip of a page, right out of the book. I knew it would happen, but I get so upset when books get torn or colored in. (yes, I realize I will have to deal with a lot more of this!) Just like when I was teaching, I grabbed the tape, became "The Book Doctor" and taped those pages right back together. Now for the ironic part of the story (remember Gramma & Grandad just left), this is the page Abby ripped out.
I hear the telephone. "It's Grandma," Mom says.
"Hello, Grandma. When will you visit us again?"
Abby loves her books, but she adores her grandparents. We miss you Gramma & Grandad, Nana & PopPop! :)
4 comments:
Aw that's cute. Rylie like when we read to her too. I wish they would curl up in our laps to read a story when they are older.
Liz, you're such a good mommy!! You brought tears to my eyes ;/ I know the feeling all too well whenever we have out of town family visit...especially grandparents!
Such a sweet story! The sound of pages tearing makes my blood curdle...especially when they are library books!
Awww. What a cute story! Kind of crazy, too that she just happened to rip that page, huh? Maybe she was trying to tell you she wanted to call her grandma.
Rylie used to love to read books before bed, and then she started a phase where she just wanted to sing songs. We sang songs for a few months and now we are back on books. :-)
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