the library

I remember one of the days in December when we sat inside and played Super Mario Bros. We even tried sharing a remote once, which failed horribly and ended up with Mario running off a cliff. Even though we weren't doing anything too special, I felt like the happiest girl in the world in that moment, snuggled up to you on the couch and laughing at how bad we were at the game. Eventually, we got bored and decided to get out of the house. You drove me to the 7-11 at the mouth of the canyon where we got hot chocolate. Remember how many cops there were in that gas station? We felt so paranoid in there. And I think one even commented on how much creamer we put into our hot chocolates... you paid, and we got back in the car. While driving back to my grandma's house, you turned into the parking lot of the library. "I used to come here as a little kid," you told me with the biggest smile on your face. "I know it's kind of weird, but can we just go in there? I wanna see if it's still the same inside." Of course, I agreed, and you practically ran inside. You were so excited. You kept smiling every time you'd turn around, and you found all these books you had loved to read as a kid -- I loved that side of you. I loved seeing you in that moment, and hearing more about your past. I loved how passionate you were when you showed me your favorite books, and how we spent fifteen minutes searching (ironically) for the I Spy books. You let me walk around and take in all the books. You even listened to me as I rambled on and on about how in love with books I was -- I remember you would lean over and kiss me in the middle of my sentences. You let me wander through that whole library, and you never let go of my hand the entire time. I can't wait until I get to hold your hand every time I go to the library. I'm excited to stay up late reading books with you and maybe even checking out the I Spy books every once in a while. I'm just grateful that I have you, and that you're as big of a child on the inside as I am. Never let that part of you go -- I love that about you.