My Own Little Library

There’s some kind of magic in having a room full of books. It’s like they’re just sitting there waiting to take you on an adventure.

Every time I walk into this room, I breathe a little easier, time seems to slow down, and I’m reminded that being human is indeed a beautiful thing.

And the collection keeps growing. I know I should probably stop, but pretty covers and captivating stories beg to be put on these shelves.

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I don’t mind, and thankfully my awesome husband humors me (he likes to read too, though not quite obsessively), and the cat seems to enjoy it as well. Moo has taken to long naps on the comfiest and biggest armchair in the house. I don’t blame him – it’s the best.

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All this to say, I’m really grateful for the opportunity to collect and read books, and for a safe space to retreat where they await my arrival like old friends.

It’s some kind of magic, and it will never grow old.