I have a bit of a problem.

I have come to realize that I have a teeny, tiny, little problem. Really, it is not a problem at all, depending on the way you look at it. I cannot, will not, just plain don't say no when it comes to buying books. I don't have this problem with just any type of books. I have packed away most of my novels, and I have graduated to the Kindle Fire for my reading pleasure. My textbooks are collecting dust in my office. No, I only have this problem with children's books.

I am obsessed with children's books. I love children's books. I love the pictures, the way the words roll off your tongue, and the way the stories are simple and mostly lighthearted. However, I really love children's books because of what it means to my relationship with my oldest daughter, Miss M, who is 6, and for what it is beginning to mean with my relationship with my youngest, Miss J, who isn't quite one year old yet.

Over the past six years, I have accumulated over 450 children's books. I know because I counted them the other day on a whim. Over these books, I have shared laughs, tears, and thousands of smiles with my children. And it occurred to me, that despite all these conversations and questions, I don't have a way to remember it all. It is funny how probably the most meaningful time I spend with my girls on a daily basis has really never been photographed or captured the way we as a society are obsessed with documenting things.

I am writing this blog as a way to remember the moments I share with my girls reading to them. I hope you enjoy these stories, but more importantly, I hope you support the authors I mention by reading the books I share with your kids.