- Starting with Sounds.

(upbeat, hopeful music) - Hi, my name is Jason Crabb and it is an honor today to be reading to you.

I love reading because, I think reading is everything.

If you want to be successful in life, then we must read and reading is fun.

Today, I'm gonna read a book for you.

I love this.

It's called most days, and I hope you enjoy it.

The author of this book is Michael Leannah.

Pictures by Megan Elizabeth Baratta.

Let's begin.

Most days are ordinary days.

I get out of bed.

I walk to the bathroom.

I brush my teeth.

I get dressed.

I look at the person looking back at me from the mirror.

I'm one day older than yesterday.

I look into the eyes of the goldfish.

She looks into mine.

She is one day older too.

A splash of sunlight plays on the kitchen floor.

Voices murmur.

I smell toast.

Hear a spoon in a cereal bowl.

It's a plain old ordinary day.

But wait, the plant on the window seal had six leaves yesterday and today there are seven.

Outside, bees drone.

A dog barks.

A car door shuts.

Everything is the same.

Or is it?

That spider web wasn't there yesterday.

And the puddle I splashed in is gone.

A pine tree whispers to me.

Today is new.

It says things don't happen the same way twice.

That blue Jay talking to us.

That friend calling hello.

The wind has blown yesterday's air far away and the air we're breathing now will be miles from here tomorrow.

A cat on a window seat watches the neighborhood.

A cloud drags the shadow down the street.

The world puts on a show, and it does every day.

A man plays a saxophone on the porch.

The bakery on the corner fills the air with the aroma of fresh bread.

Trucks rumble.

Bulldozers roar.

If this were Winter, there would be frost on windows.

If it were Spring, I could see the dew on new grass.

If it were Autumn, leaves would rustle under foot.

But on this Summer day, sunlight sparkles on the river like diamonds, What a wonderful plain, old ordinary day.

The world is moving and I am too.

Sometimes when the day is busy and the minutes go by too fast, I forget to notice the little things I love so much.

The sweet smell of grass in the wind, the wagging of my dog's tail.

Good things happen in the ordinary minutes of an ordinary day.

A hug.

Laughter.

Dinner cooking.

A soft breeze drifts in through an open window.

I snuggle next to someone I love as she turns the pages of a book.

The dog snores.

A clock ticks.

A sliver of moon hangs in the sky.

When I go to bed, this day's ordinary minutes glimmer in my memory like the stars in the night sky.

Another day will come tomorrow.

Full of extraordinary things filling ordinary minutes.

An ordinary day.

A good day.

Like most days.

So I'm gonna do this song.

I love this lyric.

It's one of my favorites by Louis Armstrong.

And it goes right along with the book Most Days.

This is the song that I think of.

♪ I see trees of green ♪ ♪ Red roses too ♪ ♪ I see them bloom ♪ ♪ for me and for you ♪ ♪ And I think to myself ♪ ♪ What a wonderful world ♪ ♪ I see skies blue ♪ ♪ and clouds of white ♪ ♪ The bright, blessed day.

♪ ♪ The dark sacred night.

♪ ♪ And I think to myself ♪ ♪ What a wonderful world ♪ ♪ And I think to myself ♪ ♪ What a wonderful ♪ ♪ World ♪ - Starting with Sounds.