Many writers start off as avid readers and I am no exception. Enter any room of my house and you will find books everywhere: on shelves (where they are supposed to be!), on the sofa, stacked on the floor, in the linen closet, under the bed…you get the idea.
Last night my husband gave me the most wonderful gift.
He has had several days off since he quit his job last week and starts the new one tomorrow. So with his free time, he decided to redo our bedroom. He ripped out the carpet and put in wood floors, painted the walls, and added gorgeous 6-inch floor trim. It looks like a completely different room. It’s beautiful. But that’s not even the best part.
As I lay in bed I couldn’t take my eyes off the most perfect part of my new room. The built-in bookshelf next to my night stand. Now instead of knocking over stacks as I climb into bed, I can stare at my shelves and go to sleep thinking of all the wonderful stories arranged so neatly in this corner.
Of course, it’s almost full already. I won’t have room for many more books. *sigh* And you realize that not having space is not enough reason for me to not buy more.
But that’s okay. It’s enough to enjoy my beautiful shelves crafted with love by my wonderful husband.
What shall I read tonight?