I know you've seen some of these pictures already, but I just had to share…
For the last four years or so, this has been our schoolroom.
Growing up as a home-schooler, I experienced the thrill of bookshelves surrounding the kitchen table and timelines decorating the dining room walls because there was just nowhere else to put it all.
Of course I didn't mind it then, but I always knew I wanted to have a separate room for it when the time came for me to be teacher. Lucky for us we have three little girls who would much rather be together than alone, so they share bedroom #1, and #2 is the schoolroom.
I know this is a great luxury that many of my friends envy, and so I don't want to take it for granted.
Which is why I would feel horribly spoiled when I sat in the schoolroom day after day, dreaming of how I wanted it to look.
I didn't expect it to ever happen. It was just a dream.
So, as silly as it seems, I now sit day after day in my dream-come-true.
I fight with all my might against the guilt that comes to people like me after getting what they've always wanted.
And choose to just enjoy this special gift.
To take joy in how much my girls are loving it, and how happy it makes my husband to see all of this chaos in such order.
Today as we sat beneath the window reading books together, I was just so overwhelmed with gratitude for this sweet space where we can spend our days learning together.
Of course, it wouldn't be anything without my favorite studying pals.