88/365... Reading with meaning joy

I can vividly remember the first time my husband read to our oldest when he was an infant.

It was the most boring reading of Goodnight Moon that I had ever heard. Too fast. Monotone. Horrible.

It was my teacher instinct to share with my husband what "reading with meaning" should sound like. Luckily, he was a good student and has made significant progress in the past 5 years.

And now, our babies love listening to their daddy read.

And so do I.

Reading with meaning joy.