Yesterday -my family and I- we went to the bookstore.
I live for small moments like this… seeing the look of pure joy and satisfaction on my Son’s face, when he discovers the magic found, within the pages of good book.
He takes off running, towards the storefront of the local Barnes and Noble-and then practically runs towards the escalator.
The second story, holds many magical worlds within the pages- just waiting to be discovered.
My Son takes off running, as he reaches the top of the escalator. He sees the brightly colored children’s section…and begins pulling books off the shelves.
He says, “I want to read this one…and this one…I want to read all of them!”
My Husband and I, know how he feels. Between the two of us, we have amassed a small library. We have a room in our house, dedicated to books and music.
Many years later… I find, I still have the same enthusiasm of a small child; whenever I enter a book store, and hold a book in my hand.
I know that one day, my Son will be too old for me to cuddle and read books to him. (That day is soon approaching. He already can read simple words and prefers, to read simple books all by himself.) But, I hope he never forgets the feeling of finding magic and discovering new worlds, all within the pages of a good book.
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Nice! I also enjoy a good book, and a new book is always something I look forward to.