I Can Read

I remember the mobile library in San Antonio and going to get books there. They always had those books that said "an I Can Read! book"...

Wilbur is just on the verge of reading. He writes, almost compulsively, letters in strings that mimic words, he asks me what every single sign says - along the roads, in the grocery store, everywhere. But he just isn't quite getting it. It's so odd how something doesn't make sense and then one day, it does. I never went through this with Emery because he read so early. I keep worrying that Wilbur won't read or that there is something wrong. It's sort of maddening.

I should just enjoy this and not worry. I should just be where we are and quit trying to get somewhere else faster.