Almost all of the stories I have told to Noah over the years (with the exception being our ongoing Star Wars sagas) have sprung from one book. It is a very rare book, indeed, as only one copy exists; not only so, but it is also a magic book. Among the tales of Hookleg Jack, Sir Noah the Brave, the Ten Little Ninjas, and Jetpack Jackson lay tales yet to be told, friends yet to be made, mysteries yet to be solved, quests to be embarked on, and so on and so forth.
The book seems to grow in proportion to the amount of stories read – the further we get into the book, the more we discover there is yet to be explored. With each telling, the stories develop more life, depth, and detail, seamlessly adapting to Noah’s increasing imagination and wit.
Lately, more often than not, Noah has been enthralled with Star Wars adventures taking place in our own expanded universe, but the book remains nearby, a special treat for those bedtimes when the pirates, knights, and other adventurers are clamoring for attention. These are the times we take the dusty book down from the bookshelf, twist the key to unlock its secrets, open the creaky binding, and let the imaginary words begin to take shape as, together, we step forth into other worlds and times.
I love being a dad!
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