Reading

Tonight Dylan and I were laying on the bed reading our respective books. I am so grateful that he has developed a vorvacious appetite for reading. I remember what pleasure and comfort I have had over the years from my books and I am glad to bestow this gift upon him.

My greatest memory of Dylan, which I will take to my deathbed, is of our late night storytelling in the dark. This was probably a bad habit which I encouraged, but every night when he was a toddler he would wake up around 2:00pm. Together he and I would snuggle alone on the couch in the darkness and I would tell him stories. By the light of the outdoor streetlamp I could watch his eyes widen in wonder as I recalled the stories of Robin Hood and King Arthur and Superman etc...When he was older I would tell about Oma and Grandma the brave during the war and what it must have been like living with bombs exploding around you. I truly looked forward to these nighttime adventures and I know Dylan did too. Now, when he tells me stories I hear the such intonation and expression in his speech and you can see that he is visualizing the characters, plot, scenery as he orates his story.

Great readers are the result of great coaches. So thank you to all of you who took the time to make a difference in his life.

I have pulled out some photos of my boy picture gazing and reading through the ages as a reminder to myself of these happy times.