Dear Addie,
Over the years, you sometimes sat but usually wandered around the room or spun in circles. We read to you anyway.
You only sometimes looked at us or the pages. We read to you anyway.
Words didn't come easy, so you'd stim, hum, or flap through the story. We read to you anyway.
Some nights, we'd get halfway through, and you'd indicate you were done; others, we'd read three or four books in a row. We read as much as you wanted.
These days, at thirteen, you'll bring us books, or I'll sit in your room, start reading, and you'll eventually come over to listen. I'll read to you as long as you let me.
Addie, we will read to you forever because whatever it may look like, this time together, it's so much more than words.
I love you.
Mom