The books used to be on the top shelf, out of reach from little buddies. As Christopher grew more and more fond of flipping through Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? until he got to the page with the children and zooming through Goodnight Moon faster than the old lady could whisper “hush,” Chris decided to make a quick switcheroo: the books are his and should be buddy-accessible. Now he sits in his little reading corner next to his clean diapers and flips, flips, flips until he’s decided he can flip no more. It’s one of the great joys of my life right now to watch his little furrowed brow try to make sense of all the pictures or to hear his small excited squeak at a favorite page like he’s discovered it for the first time again.
I hope he always loves books this much. I daydream about reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to him for the first time or discovering him playing Treasure Island. Maybe one day he’ll read Confessions and Augustine’s quest for truth, goodness, and beauty will have the same effect on him as it had on his father and he’ll understand his middle name a little more.
There’s a whole literary future ahead of you, little buddy. It only gets better.