I was an extremely lucky little girl in that my dad never, ever denied me a book (or an Oreo Blizzard, but that’s another story). If I wanted to buy a book, he’d get it for me. Those Scholastic newsletter order forms they sent home with us from school? I could basically pick out whatever I wanted (within reason). We’d go to the mall and my dad would drop me off at Walden Books while he did his shopping. He’d come back 20 minutes later and there I’d be, sitting in the kids section halfway through a book (I’d finish the other half on the car ride home). When we’d vacation at my grandparents’ house in Wisconsin over Christmas break he’d take me to the local library so I could get a card and check out books.
Yep, and here’s a picture of one of Mike’s bookshelves:
All this is to say that it’s important to us that Margot has her fair share of reading material. I absolutely, positively cannot wait until the day she’s old enough to get her own library card. I think we’ll make a fun day of it. It really is something to celebrate.
She’s been read to daily ever since we found out I was pregnant. I can’t think of a book we don’t like (though she’s not old enough to demand we read her the same story over and over and over and over again), but there are some standouts: