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Several years ago, a brand new little guy came into my world. Grandson Ian. Lucky me. Now he accompanies me to libraries and bookstores. In the mornings, or on a quiet afternoon, and especially at that weary, yet sweet hour called bedtime, he's always eager to listen to a poem or a story. Always ready to "match" words, as he calls it, when we say silly rhymes together. "Hey," he squeals, "that matches!" He's still figuring out the world, pointing to whichever book we're reading at night, he asks, "did you write this one too, grandma?" Granddaughter Mia has made her debut, and I'm totally enchanted. Head over heels. She's already reading! Brilliant girl. |
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