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Somewhere between the colorful illustrations of a picture book and the independent efforts of chapter books, lies a special time when shared pages of longer stories sweep parent and child in to the enchanting space of a story.  Curled next to my daughter, reading a gifted author, I endearingly note she watches my lips move, eyes wide as the pictureless story weaves from words to voice, becoming.  In the quiet moments before bedtime we share the magic of a book.

There will come a time when she will navigate these voyages between chapters on her own.  I wonder if she will tuck her book under her pillow dreaming of the characters she has come to know or if she will stow away beneath her bedding gathering the story close by the glow of a flashlight.  For now, she happily listens to the stories I select.  It will be curious to see the titles she will find for herself.

Like her big brother before her, she has made space in her days and her heart for possibility between the pages of a book.

Tagged: Bedtime, Books, Children, Reading