And I'm not even showing the four (filled) upstairs bookcases.
These are the kids' individual cubbies where they keep their current school books. (Along with a nature shelf in the middle.)
Books that have sparked so many of the kids' interests,
held captive their attention,
helped shape their character.
Since he's our youngest, it's bitter sweet to see these books for the last time on the kids' shelves.
Kind of like when you think you're going to be SO happy when your youngest child is potty trained, and instead you just look at all their little baby clothes and wish you could capture all those sweet baby moments again.
(Not the physically demanding, sleep deprived years -- just the smiley, sweet, innocent, and everything-is-new-and-wonderful-and-interesting times.)
I'll probably be okay when the book clutter is gone.
But I know I'll miss scenes like this when the kids are all grown up.