A Premeditated Priority

I was prepping lunch this morning when I realized that I hadn't heard a peep from Emilia in probably close to ten minutes. I knew she was safe in her play room, but I wasn't sure exactly what she doing. I figured maybe she was working on a puzzle or stringing beads or (un)dressing a doll, any of which would have been fine. What she was actually doing, though, made me infinitely happier. It's no secret that Emilia loves books; I just never expected a 2.5 year old in a room full of toys to make reading such a premeditated priority!