She crawled up on the rocking chair in her room and began picking up books as she rocked and I sat on the floor and watched her. First Brown Bear which is read to her nightly, and then Goodnight, Moon which I just started adding to our nighttime repertoire. She began flipping through the book and saying, "Night night, moon. Night, night, mush. Night night, light. Night night, moon." All to herself and all without prompting. Sometimes, all you can do is smile and thank your lucky stars that we have so many beautiful years like this ahead of us.
Monday, September 27, 2010
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