My mom used to read to us every night on a big, green, flowered couch. I remember a book that we had about ducks waddling down a dock to the water that I first felt like I read by myself.
I still get so much pleasure from reading. I know I pass that on to M as we snuggle together nightly reading library books propped up in his bed.
We are ok and will be ok no matter what preschool we end up at.
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