A love of reading will take her far. Farther than the day's thoughts of school girls who exclude her from play and break her heart. Farther than the words that she tries to muster to explain herself, when all that will squeak out are tears. Far away from the sensation she gets in her hands and feet that she must move at times, even when those movements are unwelcome and everyone else is still. Getting lost in a story helps her to settle herself. It helps her mind become calm, even when her body cannot rest and soon her small limbs can follow.
I love this picture so much, and I love that she is still not to old for a cuddle before sleeping, when we absolutely have to turn out the light.
What seems like it was just a new book, is now another nearly-finished book ... the second Eleanor Estes book in a row. Now all I'm hearing is "I want to read the Pye family books next. Can we get Pinkie Pye?" Why would I ever say no?
