Suddenly, it's the baby's bedtime. We start the nightly routine, diaper change, jammies, books. As we read The Little Blue Truck by Alice Schertle, I am thinking of its rhythm and rhyme. I am loving its word choice and voice. It is art.
We love this book so very much. Like all my other boys, the baby has a favorite, one that must be read each night. We read it so often, but tonight I was reading with a writer's eye. I was thinking of poetry and line breaks. How the author used such craft in creating this song book. Try to read it without expression. It's impossible.
Tonight I am extraordinarily grateful for two things, reading to babies and masterfully written books to read.
Sometimes the days without structure are the hardest ones to find time to get anything done. Weird, isn't it?
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ReplyDeleteReading to my kids is THE thing I miss most about them being little! Snuggling those fresh clean kiddos and reading is absolutely THE best ay to end a day!
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