We didn't take pictures, and there's probably no way that words can do this justice, but I have to describe what happened this evening as we were getting John ready for bed.
Every night, after John's bath, we spend time reading and singing with John. He likes to pick out his books and take time sitting with each of us while we read to him. And lately, he's also liked to delay the inevitable by climbing up on his rocking horse and smiling from ear to ear -- I guess he figures that if he's cute enough, he won't actually have to go to sleep.
But tonight, he took the cuteness up a notch. He went to his bookshelf and picked up one of his favorites -- Cowboy Bunnies. Then he climbed up on his rocking horse, opened up his book, and started reading to himself. Never mind that he was looking at it upside down, or that he was simply going through his verbal repertoire while turning the pages (Up, cup, hot, cold, up, up, down, OK). He was reading. And when he was done, he got off his horse, went over to his bookshelf, and put his book away.
It was sad and wonderful at the same time.
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