My dad would tease me about getting older because I tease him about being old.
He will always be my favorite old person and he will always be older than me.
Another ‘always’? I will always need reading glasses; I predict they may morph into bifocals
one day too soon.
When I head to my favorite chair to read early in the morning, or climb into my warm bed at night to fall asleep reading, I always have those glasses in hand.
The only place more inviting to read would be outside under the natural light of day wrapped in a hammock.
Or, wrapped within the walls of one of these welcoming havens…
Put on your glasses and take a look at 12 of America’s most magical libraries.
Is there one near you?