It's not often that my youngest daughter gets her Daddy all to herself. On this snowy night, she cuddled up to him for her favorite activity: reading. She will read whatever, whenever, wherever. I have even read a book with no pictures to her (showing her just the words) to get her to settle down when she's upset. She will let anyone read to her, but there is just something special about her Daddy. He has one of those deep, patient, soothing voices that will lull anyone into a trance (when my oldest was a baby, she would stop crying just at the sound of his voice). I let them have their moment by doing what I do best--being the observer on the outside, looking in.