This week’s joy: reading a book. Aloud.
We went to visit our Perfect Baby (also known as our grandson, Jameson) this past weekend. We hadn’t seen him for 2 months, which is way too long when it comes to grandkids. This visit’s highlight: Jameson loves books! He loves to snuggle down in your lap and be read to. He’s finally past that annoying infant stage where they are chiefly interested in chewing the book, closing the book as soon as it is opened, and throwing it aside. Jameson now sits, lets you turn the pages, looks at each page, and even hangs around (mostly) til the end! Then he’ll crawl off your lap and grab another book for you to read to him. Be still my heart! I mean, what is better than reading to a child, except perhaps having someone read to you, which really, almost never happens?
What does a child love about books? Well, everything. The snuggles, the story, the pictures, and the comfort of having a story read again and again, just for the reassurance that it all turns out the same. And the adult? Well, the child on your lap, the connection, and the reassurance that indeed it all turns out the same.
What a joy.