My son, Matt, reading to my four grandchildren.
Reading aloud to my four children is one of the fondest memories I have of their growing up years. They are all adults now with their own families and busy lives, but I have wonderful memories of cuddling on the couch with them, reading stories together, watching their eyes light up as we traveled to other lands and other times through story.
As a teacher, reading to my children seemed a natural part of the parenting process. Even when they were babies, they would sit on my lap as we enjoyed books like Pat the Bunny. As they grew older, we graduated to story books. Some were fairy tales, some were Bible stories, but all were chances to bond together over printed word. They had their favorites that they asked to be read to them over and over and over. We went…
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