Adrian spent the last week of his summer break sorting through the stuff in his room – from outgrown clothes to toys and children’s books. There are some that we never got around to reading, and those will go to a charity shop. The ones we did read will be packed away to the basement. We read each one so many times, and they all have so many memories tied to them, that we can’t part from them.

A lot of the books are in Estonian. Will anyone ever read those again? Unlikely. Though Ingrid and Adrian are more fluent in Estonian than ever before, now that Estonian is the main language in this house, I doubt that they’ll be raising any potential future kids in Estonian. Maybe we’ll bring the boxes of books out at some point and browse through them and exclaim “oh, do you remember this one!” but that’ll probably be the extent of it.