Lately I have talked with a lot of people about the story they might have to share.
Everyone agreed they had a story, some small some large.
I can only imagine the family we would have now if I had started to bind my small stories and read them to my children every night.
We would go to the book shelf and stand there and say which five do you want tonight!
One fish, Two fish or Hip Hip Hooray for Annie MaCray. We read those every night. To this day my 24 year old remembers the words to some of those books
WHAT IF..........
I had the love story of their grandparents. Yes we heard the story, thankfully, often. But to read it WOW now, that would have been cool!
