Sharing Stories

Bean's been a sick little munchkin the past few days.  Shortly before she ended up with the germs, we had gone to the library and picked up an audio copy of Charlotte's Web. 

Bean loves when I read to her.  She wraps herself up in the story.  If I can pull my eyes away from the page to watch her face, I'm always utterly charmed with how engrossed she gets with the story line. 

While in the car, I can't read while driving and don't always have the endless creativity necessary to weave complicated story lines through the course of some of our longer trips.  I figure she's old enough to start listening to some of the classics I've known and loved for years. 

As we started listening to the story, the two of us were captivated in our own ways.  She, with the newness of a new story.  I, with the utter familiarity of words that captured my heart years before. 

Today, we listened through one of my favorite sections that I'll quote below.  The two characters are discussing the strangeness of seeing words appear in the spider's web.

"Do you understand how there could be any writing in a spider's web?"

"Oh, no," said Dr Dorian. "I don't understand it. But for that matter I don't understand how a spider learned to spin a web in the first place. When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle. But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle."

Sharing stories has brought a sense of wonder to each of us.  She's delving into the wondrous world of master story-tellers and I'm experiencing the magic of watching her.