This weekend I’m going to a baby shower. One request was to bring my favorite childhood book to help build the baby’s library. I knew immediately I’d choose, Go, Dog. Go! , the first book I ever “read”.
I say “read” because I’m pretty sure I just memorized it.
Just seeing the cover and thinking about a young child reading this book the way I remember reading it sitting at my grandmother’s house caused me to tear up a bit.
There’s just something about the way that a timeless object can also be a binding across time and families.