I don't know when it started, but every night Vianney and I read a story or two together. It is usually just us. Sometimes, I have a someone else looking over my shoulder, but it seems they all instinctively know that it is our time together. No matter what time we go to bed, we read together every night. It must be her love language. I love how she absorbs into my side as the story goes on and on. She is such a wonderfully sweet and sensitive child. She is such an angel. It really is the only thing she verbally requests each day and now I look forward to it at night as much as she does.