My kitchen table is one of my favorite pieces of furniture in my house. It was a gift from my dad to my mom bought when I was a girl (less than 8). I remember walking around the show room as each of the details were selected. It fits perfectly in the bay window area. This table has held more of my meals than I care to count. It caught my spills while I was in my klutzy preteen years (who am I kidding I am still in my klutzy years). And it was at this table that I sat one summer night and prayed and asked my Savior into my heart. This table represents my past and my future. I am thankful to have it.
I love it when my decorating can be more than pretty, it can be meaningfulUse What You Love
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