The most important piece of furniture in my home is my dining room table.
This occurred to me at midnight on Tuesday as I sat around the worn tabletop with my husband and a couple of old friends. We were rehashing adventures together from days past and retelling stories that never seem to get old. My husband was laughing like a school girl, all squint-eyed and chuckle-bellied. During that moment, I stopped to consider what happens at our table….
Airing of grievances
Dominoes and board games
In a word, TOGETHERNESS.
Today, I’m thankful that a little wooden table that has scratches and dings with blobs of paint and sometimes leftover crumbs in its seams. Even though it’s the ugliest piece of furniture I own, it just might be the most valueable.
What’s your most important piece of furniture/togetherness spot?