Peaceful and quiet, we rest at the library during the afternoon while toddlers nap and other big kids are still at school. We own this place, resting in silence save for the rustle of turning pages. The smell of old books and dust reminds brings me an inner peace but watching my children search for beloved authors brings me immense joy. They're whisked away, far away from me, lost in the olden days of Tomie dePaola or the silly antics of Cuirous George, yet their little bodies are right next to me. Here we find rest.