That’s a very sweet tribute to your mother. She gave you the world through the gift of reading. Not to mention, it is a very special time spent truly together. It is an experience we never forget as evidenced by your writing.
I hope my son writes similar words about me someday. :)
You jogged a memory with the golden books. Now I am going to have to dig through some boxes. LOL
I remember a childhood book; and I think it was a Golden Book.
There was a picture of sun-rays coming out of a cloud; and, as a kid, I thought that the rays were God.
Fast Forward to High School, when a classmate and I were talking about the Golden Books (this would have been 1971).
We both remembered that book, and remembered thinking that the rays of the sun were God.
We hugged, sharing a childhood memory.
-JT