When We Enter the Greatest Story

When my daughter Hope was little, I told her a bedtime story every night. I read her the usual books—Goodnight Moon and Winnie-the-Pooh—but her favorite stories were the “made-up ones.” The made-up ones started when we were a bit rushed, having gotten in late, and I wanted to turn the lights out so she could get a full night’s sleep. This was a bit of lazy parenting on my part. She asked for a book, but I said,…