She sits quietly in her room. Occasionally whispering to herself or her "babies", reading. She loves books. Books of any kind. Books with pictures. Books with words. And sometimes "Mummy's books". She loves going to the library. There, there are "Lots and lots and lots of books".
She looses herself in the stories that I read to her during bed time. As she sits there trying to remember them in her head, reading it out or whispering to her "babies", I peek from the corner of her door amazed at how much she loves books as much as I do and how much I am proud of myself for planting the seed of reading to her at an early age.
As her eyes gets heavier, she placed her favourite books by her side, lower her head on her pillow and drift of to sleep. No doubt dreaming of the adventures with teddy bears and pigs from the farm or even maybe princesses.