I have always been hugely jealous of people who can write well. I am in awe of the way that they can make me feel something, to think about things in a new way, and inspire me to be a better person.
I love being able to read, I find it to be one of the great pleausres of my life and I am truly blessed to have been taught that love through my mother. I can remember when my dad was working nights that the three of us little kids would all pile on to her bed at night she would read to us.
Reading is a true joy.
For Christmas E was given the Lego Harry Potter Wii game. He loves, loves, loves playing Wii. The game had him asking questions about the Harry Potter story, and he wanted to watch the movie. I told him that books were better, that he couldn't watch the movie until he'd read the book.
He has always been very talented in reading but now he's been hit by Harry Potter's magic.
We started at about the beginning of February and are now on book 4: The Goblet of Fire. We read at least 1 chapter a day. He insists it's because he wants to get to the movie faster, but I think he's covering up his real motives. He is constantly asking questions, wanting to know why that happened, if this will ever happen, do we find out about this or that? He daydreams about it. He desperately wants to go the Universal Studios Harry Potter theme park in Florida. He doesn't even really love the movies because of the discrepancies with the books. He even would rather read the book than play the Wii game, and that, my friend, is a triumph!
This picture was taken when E was about 11 months old, and this was his favorite book at the time.
Reading is magical!