In reference to “Stellaluna” in my last post.
My daddy would read this book to me all the time. In fact, it’s the first book I ever remember him buying for me. He came home from Barnes and Noble one day with an oversized book. Blue, in a dust sleeve, he gave it to me with a note written to me inside it. Accompanied by it was a small stuffed bat with velcro on her wings and feet so she could hang from places as well has hang on upside down.
I couldn’t read his handwriting by myself at that time, but I remember what my dad wrote in the beginning of the book (to me) was special. I don’t think I can express how much I want to go back home and find my copy of Stellaluna and read what my dad wrote to three-year-old me.
