Our youngest little girl climbed into my lap yesterday morning. They had the day off from school so there was plenty of time to read. She picked a favorite book and noticed the silver award seal on the cover. We talked about what that meant and she said it marked the book as good. I told her that she was like a good book to me and I loved reading her everyday. It takes time and attention, sometimes I am running low on both. Each day seems like a page with characters and events, all stringing together to make up the years. Some pages hold tears and others are hysterical. Others are filled with learning and some action, none ever boring if I stay present. I do not want to jump ahead, just enjoy each page, each day as it comes. Besides, I have seven books going at once and today is more than enough for me.