Warm Hearts Happy Family

I love to read, to get lost into a well woven story and escape my own reality. To live vicariously through a well written and well developed character. My love for reading goes deeper than that though. My love involves the senses; the look, the feel, the sound, and the mostly the smell of books.

I can remember when I was a kid the thrill of getting a brand new book. I loved the way the cover looked and loved the texture of the paper, and the slight indent of the words on the page. I loved the sound the binding made when opening the cover for the first time. That sound implied all of the excitement that was in store, all of the secrets the author was waiting to tell me. I would always take a few minutes and admire the craftsmanship of it all, and fan the pages in front of my nose and relish in the musty wonderful odor. I think this appreciation of the book as a whole has helped nurture my love for reading and so followed my love for learning.

Now that I have children of my own I am so excited to pass down this love to them the way my mom passed it to me. To encourage them to appreciate the book for the book itself, even before reading the first sentence. Teaching my kids to appreciate and love learning is one of the best gifts I can give to them and I plan on succeeding at this task! My hope is even long after I am gone my kids will bury their nose deep into a book, inhale, and smile. Smile because they are filled with warm memories of mom and how I taught them early that reading is a gift to treasure.

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