We all have special memories of sharing a book with a parent, especially around the holidays. The picture book that brings back holiday memories for me is The Littlest Angel by Charles Tazewell.
My Mom read, or should say, attempted to read this book to me, my brother and sister every Christmas. When I was old enough, I took over the reading as soon as the Littlest Angel’s box appeared. I thought my mom was so funny, not being able to read about a silly old box filled with rocks, a dead butterfly and a dog collar. But now, as a parent, I can’t read about the Littlest Angel’s treasures without tearing up myself.
Today, you can read this story on-line. It’s not quite the same as sharing it on a cozy couch or snuggled up in bed with accompanying illustrations, but if you are interested, here is the link.
Okay, Maybe I Can! (Kiss and Tell)
8 hours ago
4 comments:
Oh, thanks for the link! This book looks beautiful and something I'd like to share with my kids.
Just make sure you have some tissues close by!
Oh, I know the feeling. I start bawling every time I to try to read Love You Forever!
So true, Corey. That one gets me every time.
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