You know, a large, inviting, grown-up, family-friendly table to serve Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners on, with enough room to invite everyone you want -- and then some. A comfortable place where kids can do homework and dye eggs, I can write out Christmas cards ... a sturdy, steady member of my house's family.
So I was thrilled when my best childhood girlfriend, Margaret, offered to gift me her family's old one, and its chairs. A few weekends ago, my brother and I went down to Dover in his bad-ass old truck and retrieved this farm table, which by the way is about 10 times heavier than it looks.
It wasn't until we got the table home that I realized what a treasure she'd offered me.
This table has been loved up. There are flecks of crayon in the wood, spots of glitter on the surface.
Turns out this is not just a dining room table. It's the place where Margaret's three kids learned to write, color and draw.
"For that first year that Lyrissa still wasn't well enough to go to any kind of day care or school, she and I sat at that table a lot and did all kinds of crafts," Margaret texted me.
I am so honored.
Now, my favorite place in the house is sitting in one of the chairs where Margaret and Lyrissa sat, embracing life -- for all of us.