In case you missed the flashing neon news flash, we went to Disney World last year. The trip included two days at Universal.

The absolute best part about that addition?

My youngest, Kennedy, had just discovered the Harry Potter movies and absolutely LOVED them. So around the time she made her wish it wasn’t just about Disney, it was about “seeing Harry Potter,” too.

Her excitement was palpable the whole few months leading up to the trip. She could hardly contain herself.

To help pass the time, I made a crazy suggestion.

Why not read the books?

And so the journey started.

Together.

We’ve had some spurts where we don’t read, but usually it’s Kennedy and me, snuggled together, getting lost in the world of Hogwarts.

It’s certainly not my usual rapid pace for reading.

It’s definitely different reading aloud.

But I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

Seeing the excitement in my baby girls eyes whenever I take out one of the books.

For Christmas she got my old Harry Potter complete set (as it was already worn and some spine breaking was all right), while I got a new set (isn’t it pretty?).

She pores over them when I’m not around (she thinks I don’t know), looking for her favorite parts.

Ron is her book boyfriend.

Hermione is her hero.

And there is nothing I love better than sharing my love of Harry Potter with her.

Everything is wrapped in the pure joy, excitement, and hope that there is a world of magic out there that she could take part in, even through the page of a book.