something i love about home… all my old books.  they are like old friends.  all the characters, the stories… they make it hard to go to sleep.  some nights i sit next to the bookcase, and other days i take a stack over to my cozy bed.  i reread all of my favorite parts, savoring them even more than i did the first time.  sometimes those favorite parts take me all the way through to the end of the book before i realize it.

someday maybe i’ll have a gigantic bookshelf in my own home that will hold all the books from my childhood.  but for now, i’ll enjoy those quiet evenings in the house that i grew up in, reading them after my parents have gone to bed.

xoxo