This is my little girl.
Her with her American Girl doll and her Dick and Jane book.
Such a simple moment, but one that fills me with such bliss.
She has been a bit late to the reading game - well, late by today's high pressure/push the kids to do more earlier and who cares if they aren't ready for it/crazy standards - but here she is...relishing a book on her own terms, when she is ready for it. Freshly six years old, happily reading to her favorite doll and completely enjoying it. She is easily reading the words with energy, with emotion, with fluency, and with comprehension.
On her own, reading, and it is all clicking together.
While this may look like such a little thing, it is truly a big deal and definitely a memory I hold close to my heart.

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