I am about to put pictures on of my sweet Coleman's celebration, but I want to write about the kitchen table for a moment. My kitchen table gives me fits, kind of. I don't have "fits" over much but I don't know what to do with this table. It has mulitple, multiple fork/spoon marks, other dents where cars/blocks/you name it has crashed into it, marker/crayon/pen marks in several places, food I can't scratch off, and even a popsicle stain. It is no longer a pretty kitchen table to say the least, and I have often wondered what to do with it. However, as I was looking at Coleman's pictures, most taken at this table, and I was flooded with memories.
At this table:
1. Brad and I hosted our first family meal in our first apartment in Nashville. The table had just arrived and we all crowed around it. My "for real" mashed potatoes were crunchy b/c I didn't know what I was doing.
2. Many, many games were played on it as we gathered with our Young Marrieds Class when we first moved to Cookeville in 1999. Relationships grew and deepened around this table that are still very in tact today even though many of those people have moved away.
3. This table saw friends bless our home with food when Lincoln was born in 2002 (and again with each child).
4. This table has hosted too many "budget" meetings with Brad and me. Most were no fun but necessary. :)
5. I remember sitting around this table as I gave Lincoln his first bites of solid food.
6. I remember sitting around this table with friends on Lincoln's first birthday eating cupcakes.
7. This table has stood still through many conversations at small group, through many girls conversations about marriage and parenting. It has heard annoucements of pregnancies and births, lost teeth and loose teeth, good days and bad days at school or work. It has heard the memory work of our kids.... and LAUGHTER and some shouting.
8. This table has endured playdough, puzzles, kids standing on it, crawling over and under it. Cards with friends at 11 pm at night once the kids are asleep.
9. This table has witnessed Catherine and Coleman's first birthdays too. As well as 2nd and 3rd birthdays.
10. This table is where we meet every night (almost) for supper and .... I almost said unwind but that isn't always true. Not much unwinding happens at a table with a 6, 3 and 2 year old.
11. It seems this table is apart of my family.
I mentioned that I often don't know what to do with this table. Well, I have decided-
nothing.