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.