Story Time

Today I was reading A. a story. Several stories actually. As we sat together on the couch and I read to him using all the voices, I felt a real closeness to my own father. My dad used to read to me all the time. He was a wonderful storyteller and really made stories come alive for me. I used to beg my dad to read me stories. He loved to have his head scratched so sometimes we would trade. I would scratch his head so he would read me a story. I miss my dad so much. I love telling A. things about my dad. I hope he can grow to love the memory of my father almost as much as I love my father.