to the library we go.
We have a love for books in this house. They are scattered throughout our home. Stacked in corners and bookshelves. Piled upon the floor. Sometimes they are pushed to the side with a running foot as it passes leaving a muffled sound as it travels across the wood. They make their way to bags, become lost in cars and sometimes they fall behind beds waiting to be found. They lay on the couch and in a crib with a child's hand gently grasping the back cover.
They are ripped, torn and over time become very worn. Some become memorized while others are tossed aside. But always, there are books in this home. And if we can't find what we are looking for to the library we go! In fact, every wednesday we go.