My little bookworm

As the kids get older the pleasure they get from a book is starting to become more and more noticeable. They choose the books they want me to read, even if it is 12 times in a row, they listen intently to the stories they really enjoy, wave me off when its not and have learned to turn the pages even if I haven't finished reading.
Our reading time always brings them crawling with a mission. They jockey for position which usually ends in tears because Avery is shoving Everett out of the way. But some times I catch a glimpse of Grace sitting alone surrounded by books, flipping the pages like she is looking for something specific, and knows exactly which page to find it. With the twinkle in her eye, I just know she will have the imagination to go along with that personality.