On Saturday evening I returned home from work to my husband & our 5 yr old daughter sitting on the couch, my husband was reading her a story which isn't uncommon. I looked and there were 7- 8 more books spread out beside them, I thought "Wow, they've been on a reading frenzy tonight"  My daughter was so into the book that she said "hi mommy" without a single glance towards me, but as soon as that story was over she came to me with such excitement..."Mommy, Mommy, look what Daddy saved for me & now he thinks I'm big enough to take care of them." My husband had saved a bunch of books from his childhood.. the old school, thick, hard covered books from the 70's, still in very good condition. He had stored them away & when he became a father he knew one day he would give them to our daughter. Now that she's learning how to read, and is out of the coloring in the books stage she has her own set of "big girl" books that she will love & learn from for many years to come, and they are even more special because they are from Dad.