My mum always loved Winnie The Pooh and I have countless childhood memories of snuggling up on the lounge and listening to her read AA Milne, each character had their own voice, but Pooh's was always the best.
When my brother and I were growing up books and music were always deeply important. Each year their shapes were easily recognisable under the christmas tree, sometimes if you smoothed the wrapping paper over the hard surface, you could make out exactly what was underneath. Evenings were spent taking turns to play our favourite song or tell a story from the novel we were reading (and we weren't even the Brady Bunch, not even close).
Now my children enjoy the sacredness of this experience.
Nothing like nanny love (and Pa love for that matter).
Mum and Dad, your kids love you. Your grand kids love you. In those two things I believe you have accomplished life's greatest achievement.
You have, and continue to teach us love.