“Christopher Robin was going away. Nobody knew why he was going; Nobody knew where he was going; indeed, nobody even knew why he knew that Christopher Robin was going away. But somehow or other everybody in the Forest felt that it was happening at last…”
I read those words to my little girl this evening, as she lay cuddled on my lap, wrapped in a fuzzy warm blanket.
It was such a peaceful, yet poignant moment. Especially for a sentimental Dad.
Y’see, for the last several weeks, we’ve been reading through the original Winnie The Pooh books — the ones written by A.A. Milne clear back in the 1920s. And each night, after she’s finished cleaning up her toys, changing into her jammies, and brushing her teeth, my little girl and I have a standing “date” in the ugly orange recliner.
She brings me the blanket, and I get the book down off the shelf, and together we enjoy a 20 or 30 minute retreat into the Hundred Acre Wood. Continue reading “Pooh Bear – Gratitude Rant #18”