Belated happy birthday to Mr. Geisel

I forgot to say happy birthday to Dr. Seuss yesterday. I know celebrations were underway at some places today--my daughter's school served ham sandwiches and green egg cookies for lunch today. At her former school, I'd go in and read to her classes, and I'd get to wear a large Cat in the Hat hat.

My parents did an excellent job reading to me from a very young age, and Dr. Seuss books were certainly a huge part of my early years. Books were never forced down my throat; they were just a lovely part of life. My daughter is now on the fourth Harry Potter book, and it thrills me to no end that she's developed the same love of reading and imagination. My three-year-old has become a book addict in the past year, too. Neither of them need to grow up to become writers, but all adults could use a touch of imagination in their everyday lives, so I hope the nonsensical, colorful world of authors like Dr. Seuss will keep that magical part of their brains alive for years to come.