Writing EDD 2/23/2016 — Aloud
The words are different when read aloud, they are slower and the sound adds that extra dimension. I read to all three of my kids when they were younger, mostly books by Roald Dahl. Something about his writing lends itself to voice. It flowed as we laid in bed, a small head on my shoulder, sometimes reading along silently as I read to them, but mostly just listening as the words and the stories floated in the air as their heavy eyes betrayed sleepiness, and that clean smell of shampoo and soap and the feel of soft pajamas and the damp shirt where their half dried hair rested against me every night. Now we all read at night in our own rooms, each reading silently and the young imaginations flowing and growing in their own space.