book box

Back in December we did some rearranging indoors in order for me to have more efficient studying space when I decided to go to grad school. A bigger bookshelf needed to be built because, well, I love to read. Buying books is almost as fun as reading them- almost. I love the heaviness of hardcover books, the crisp edges of unbent pages- there's even something magical to me about used books (you know, trying to figure out why someone highlighted this or why that phrase was underlined). Anyways, Jon was so sweet and built me a bigger bookshelf. Then as I chose a couple of books to send to Goodwill he said, "You know, we should have a book box in our neighborhood."

So he built one.

The doors are made from old picture frames we had in storage. The roof is sheet metal leftover from fixing our grill's grease catch. Like, HOW HANDY IS MY HUSBAND?! I am literally so impressed. He isn't a huge reader like Lincoln and I, but he knew this would be an act of love for us. And I am super appreciative.

Our little library is already filled! We only had a few books to put in initially, but we see people stopping by daily to drop off or grab a book. It's really cool to watch people pause on their neighborhood walks, browsing. The kids and I do try not to stare because we don't want to be creepers, but it just brings us so much joy. We can register the book box on Little Free Library and get an official number for it, so we will probably do that in the near future. But for now we're just enjoying the new wave of visitors it's bringing by our driveway. :)