During our first week in Iowa I took the kids down to the local library. It’s a place that has come to mean a lot to our family: Dad plays music there with a group a couple of mornings a week (yes, music in a library: this is an unusual place), Mom’s been on the library board, and I worked there from the age of fourteen through college, doing every kind of job: cleaning, shelving, cataloging, helping kids with homework, teaching computer literacy, and leading story time for the little ones. It’s still one of my favorite places in the world, and I love seeing my kids climb the stairs and sit on the floor where I’ve shelved thousands of books. I also, miraculously, remember my library number, not that I let myself check out a lot of books anymore.
Katherine has shown a lot of interest in tea, given how many cups she sees me making at home, so she suckered Grandpa into hours and hours of teatime. That table is the same one that Adam and I used when we were little, and those chairs come from the school that my dad and all of his siblings attended when they were growing up in Oklahoma.