We were snuggled in her twin bed, under the blankets. I held the thin paper book, while she rested her head on my shoulder and sounded out "tree." She knows "the, little, cat, dog, big" and others by sight, but is learning to figure things out too.
For five and a half years, we've read bedtime stories to her. Last night, she read to me.
I'm proud and amazed at the learning process.
I know I said it before, but watching her learn to read is better than watching her learn to walk.