A few weeks after he was born, I started reading stories to him at bedtime.

In the early days I had dozens of books memorised and could recite them with our without the book. But as he grew, so did the books.

9 years on, we still have story time basically every night. It’s part of the routine, and part of the time I get to spend with each of the boys each day.

Some nights it’s less about the story, and more a series of wild tangents, discussions and learnings depending on the questions he asks. It’s a unique time where he can ask anything he likes and we’ll explore it together.

I have no idea how many books I’ve read, one chapter at a time. How many adventures we’ve been on or how many nights I’ve heard the pleaof ‘Just a few more pages?’.

I firmly believe a love of reading will serve the boys very well in life. An atitude of continious learning and willingness to ask questions and explore.

Story time has always been a special time, and while it’s changed significantly, it’s still a magical time we both love.