…seeing the smile on Teddy’s face when we read him his favorite book.
Or almost any book, for that matter. And seeing him try to turn the pages.
I want him to be his own person, but I’d be lying if I said that my inner bookworm doesn’t want him to love reading. We have been reading him books every night since last spring — yes, months before he was born — and while I didn’t buy him a lot before he was born, I did buy him personalized bookends. I don’t care what he reads — as long as he does.
As my good friend Anna Quindlen once said, “I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.”