nostr:npub1lv4hccv9t9y0wall78lkfamydwcyepmyxx05c8mkpk2lqnfyzcxshuru5g Lovely! I also have a dream-library, though by some trick of nostalgia, mine is often a bookmobile, which is a thing I loved as a young girl in Fargo. 

Your gift to your son reminds me of a poem about a nightlight I used to live in when my daughter was young, from the book Household Tales of Moon and Water by Nancy Willard, which ends, "It is time to turn on the moon./It is time to live by a different light." (Someone has the full poem posted here: https://tinyurl.com/bdzfmtu6 )