Love to the Library

Throughout my day there are so many stories I think I want to remember at bedtime so I can type them up here to share with everyone. Then by the time I get to bed I can't remember the story. That is why I do this blog. So I can tell stories to remember some day. I wish I could remember them all to put on the blog but I have so many in a day that I dont always remember. But that has to be a good sign right?

The other day the kids and I went to the library and I remember just looking thru the books and being happy. Just this overwhelming sense of happiness standing there like a kid in a candy store looking at all the different books I could check out for free. (Scrapbooking and child rearing, organization with your home and health ). I remember thinking how much I love the library and how it has given me so many years of happiness. Do you ever think how wonderful it is you can just walk into a library and come out with something for nothing. They let you BORROW it. Who does that? When I was a kid my mom use to take us kids to the library and I remember it as this big huge wonderful place with a huge staircase leading upstairs to the kids section (which was much better then the downstairs that had the boring books i needed to write my papers for. This was in the encyclopedia day when you had to go to the library to look up something for a paper for school. Now my kids walk into the dining room and look it up on the computer!) I loved checking out books. I loved the bookmobile that would come to the end of my street every two weeks and let me get 10books and I'd read them all and just suffer waiting for the bookmobile to come back. Imagine....a truck bringing free books to borrow. Who woulda thought? Then I had kids and I took them to the library when just babies. Baby time where they laid on a blanket and had the librarian read books to us while all of us tired moms who needed just to get out of the house (and an excuse to brush our hair and teeth since we were in public) listened to the books longingly, more so then the young kids. Then when the kids got bigger and could crawl and take the toys from the other kids in storytime but they gradually learned to share. Then storytime as they got older and would dance and make me laugh so hard and record them on video so I'd always remember how happy it made me. How the kids loved the puppet shows. How they loved "Driving in my car" song. And now the programs the library does FOR FREE for my kids. We have taken free Spanish lessons, gone to a lego club, met the toothfairy, fireman, free karate lesson, magicians, Zoo animals, the list goes on and on. My kids even ask to go there so they can do their homework there (because it's much more fun to do it there then at home). They love to play on the free computers, they love to LOOK for a book. They both will go up to the librarians and ask them to help them find a certain book. The librarians have always known us. We have taken them cookies. We have donated money. We have joined every book club they've had since the kids were old enough to do it. We have won numerous prizes, been thru numerous different librarians (that makes us sad) and had so many memories (just like i did as a kid at my library) that I just am so grateful for the library. And it's FREE. Not much in life is free. So I may not remember all the stories I want to tell by the time the day is over. But I sure remember a lot of them. And some day when B and I are old together we will sit in our rocking chairs on the porch and read my blog that I printed out each year to remember our stories.