Another Bedtime Story

I read another bedtime story to my 7-year-old daughter tonight. This time the book was pretty dull, frankly with a poor story line. Not a famous-name author. But I found that the quality of the book didn't matter as much as having the time to read with my daughter. My dad used to read with me a lot. I don't do it as much as I could, but I'm glad I do at least some. I know it's something my daughter will always remember about our relationship, as will I. Something little to be thankful for...