To my mom, who taught me to escape through books. And to Mrs. Pritchard, who introduced me to stories that burrowed into my memory and who never got mad at me for reading ahead in class.
My mum. I’d bug her everyday, asking her what words meant that I’d read in a book. We always passed books to each other after a good read as I grew up. We always joked about writing a Christmas book together as we both loved them. Unfortunately she passed away in March. I’d love to find the inspiration to write the book myself and dedicate it to her.
The dedication in the only book I’ve ever sort of “published” ( an academic dissertation)
“This work is dedicated To my parents Mildred and Walter Without whom I would not have begun and To my husband Brad Without whom I would not have finished.”
To my second grade teacher, Mrs. Conrad, who taught me that reading will teach me everything I need to know, and books will take me anywhere I want to go.
To my husband, who has supported me through everything. Who loves me in the way he knows how and continues to learn. For dealing with my butt through thick and thin.
Probably to my children. If I were to write a book (and I have no desire to do so), it would probably be an achievement dreamt about, and, so, I’d dedicate it to them, to encourage them to follow through on the accomplishment(s) they dream of. (and if I was a writer, I most certainly would not end a sentence with the word “of”).
For my grandparents; who instilled in me the love of reading
To my mom, who taught me to escape through books.
And to Mrs. Pritchard, who introduced me to stories that burrowed into my memory and who never got mad at me for reading ahead in class.
My mum. I’d bug her everyday, asking her what words meant that I’d read in a book. We always passed books to each other after a good read as I grew up. We always joked about writing a Christmas book together as we both loved them. Unfortunately she passed away in March. I’d love to find the inspiration to write the book myself and dedicate it to her.
So beautiful Steff
To my children, because without them I am nothing and through them I am everything!
To my hedgehogs for keeping me sharp. Oh. And my husband for patience and mushy. 🙂
I really am this weird. ?
The dedication in the only book I’ve ever sort of “published” ( an academic dissertation)
“This work is dedicated
To my parents
Mildred and Walter
Without whom I would not have begun
and
To my husband
Brad
Without whom I would not have finished.”
To my second grade teacher, Mrs. Conrad, who taught me that reading will teach me everything I need to know, and books will take me anywhere I want to go.
The Editor, if they havent een murdered first?
To Cathy, of course, for that wonderful smile you always had for me.
To the weans, you know who you are?
To my children, who taught me how resilient I am, and for showing me strength I didn’t know I had.
To my husband, who encourages me to pursue my dreams and to get things done when I feel like giving up
To my husband, who has supported me through everything. Who loves me in the way he knows how and continues to learn. For dealing with my butt through thick and thin.
Probably to my children. If I were to write a book (and I have no desire to do so), it would probably be an achievement dreamt about, and, so, I’d dedicate it to them, to encourage them to follow through on the accomplishment(s) they dream of. (and if I was a writer, I most certainly would not end a sentence with the word “of”).