The Table

One of the reasons this blog has taken me so long to post is I knew I was going to post pictures of my furniture. Therefore, I have been waiting for my house to be Martha Stewart worthy. You know crisp clean sheets, a bed that is made, no dust bunnies hiding in the corner, and even though you couldn't smell it a nice fragrant streaming throughout the house. Ya, right!!! Knowing I am not Martha Stewart and never will be I guess I better just go ahead and post this blog just as my house is with 5 children, a dog, a cat, a husband, and a pampered chef-a-holic. Enjoy... but please don't look too closely in the corners.

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I don't know about you, but every piece of furniture I have means something to me. Some mean a lot to me because I probably wouldn't own them had we not had the fire back in 2002. They are my China Hutch, my Amour and my bed. For years and years I slept just on a mattress on the floor. Because of the fire and the insurance money I was able to buy (to me) these extravagant things. (Well Ok when I married Jeff he did have a bed so I probably would have had some kind of a bed, but you get my point).

Some furniture even though I HATE them reminds me of the tough times. They are my TV stand and kitchen table. I remember when I got the TV stand. I was so proud of myself for being able to purchase this Walmart Special. It has been through alot. Jeff has fixed it and made it more stable probably more times then I can count.

(Yes that is Caitlynn getting movies out and watching her show. Hey, I said the pictures reflect what the house is really like. Well this is it. Both Caitlynn and Dalton LOVE their shows. They will stop dead in their tracks when they hear their shows are on.)

And then there is my poor table. Dana and I never had a table. Then my mom and dad gave me theirs. It was really nice. All I remember about it was it was very very heavy. After Dana died I had yard sale after yard sale. For some stupid strange reason I sold that table. I really regret it now, but who knows what state of mind I was in. The table I have had up to this point my mom bought for me because I couldn't afford a table. It was a Walmart Special, but it still means a lot to me. After the fire I chose to keep the table. That way I could afford the China Hutch. I was going to refinish it. I never did. If you look at that table it really tells the story of our lives. It has paint and marker stains. He has scratches from playing wild mad games of Spoons. It has smoke damage from the fire. And I really don't want to look underneath to see what vegetables the kids were able to hide. (ew!!! Gross, I know) But that's my table.

Now I have a new table. A table that from here on out will remind me of friendship. It will remind me of love, God, good times, and always always plenty of food. My new table was graciously given to us by our dear friends in Maryland. Thank you, Kevin and Beth. It will be treasured.

Caitlyn and Dalton have now mastered crawling up ON the table and are always proud of themselves. They are now starting to figure out how to push the chairs around in the kitchen to get up on what they want.