There is still more to do – still many more books to unpack – but we are all happier in our living room. It feels like ours in ways that furniture and laundry piles just can’t replicate.
We love books. We read all the time. Recently the one-year old has figured out the magic of bringing a board book to me to be read infinite times. ((Banana, Spoon, Cracker… add nausea)). It’s gratifying to my Mama-Heart to know she will be adding to these shelves. Our shelves reflect classes we have taken, writing we have done, interests we have pursued, dreams followed or let go. So many books are old friends.
Bookshelves are a reflection of life and soul. I’m so glad we have books (and lots of them) in every room.
*While I was contemplating this post I ran across this awesome bookshelf with a reading cave built in! How I would love to put that in our house somewhere, someday, when we have room for it!