Dear Kitchen Table
My Dear Ole’ Kitchen Table –
I know you are growing old and tired and worn (and as I look at this photo I took of you just yesterday, I realize it even more!) There are days I think I want to replace you – or at least refinish your surface. Many a discussion has been had about you!
But then I remember all the things we’ve been through together… The memories you’ve been a part of… The people that have sat around you… the food and festivities you have held… the activities that you supported…. the different homes you have moved to with us through the years…. and I have a hard time parting with you.
Remember all those Christmas cards we colored on you? Hours and hours over the years of markers and ink accidentally sliding off the paper onto you, which you gracefully accepted.
Remember how many times milk was spilled on you? It often slithered through the cracks and off the edge onto the floor, but you never complained while we all scampered to gather clothes to wipe you off and rearrange dinner.
Remember homework, filling out school papers, permission slips, sick notes….?
Remember science projects and art projects?
Remember gift wrapping sessions with paper and scissors and tape and boxes and bags and tags?
Remember daily family dinner time conversations? Arguments? Laughter? Prayers? Tears?
Remember games of Chutes and Ladders, Old Maid, Monopoly, Life, Trouble, Five Crowns, Rummy, Yahtzee, Set, Operation, Battleship, Trivial Pursuit, Cranium, and the hardest of all on you – Jenga!?
Remember breakfasts with friends with strips of sizzling bacon, stacks of pancakes, bowls of eggs, and cups and cups and cups of coffee?
Remember when the boys were in high school and we hosted weekly Thursday night flag football games for 5 or 10 or 15 at a time – and then served pots of spaghetti or chili or whole hams or turkeys or roasts to all for dinner – always with a cake or pie or plates of cookies for dessert for hungry growing boys (and girls!)?
Remember vacation-planning sessions discussed around you – like our trip to Hawaii with Jill & Todd – or reminiscing about favorite vacations like our Caribbean Cruise where we met our wonderful Bubby and Glenn or our ultimate excursion to Alaska with our sweet Janet?
Remember our first Christmas reunited with Dad and Carole and Aunt Gwen and Uncle Frank and John and Jeff and Dawn and Jen and the whole gang?
Remember bantering and jokes between Pap and Ron?
Remember shower and wedding planning discussions for Jake and Colleen?
Remember meeting Liz and seeing how happy she makes Nick?
You’ve cooled cookies and cakes and pies on warm summer days and cold winter evenings.
You’ve held fresh flowers and birthday cakes and candles.
Each scratch and fade and mark is a reminder of all of these times….
Thank you for being with our family and helping to keep us in touch with each other. You were often the center of important deep and meaningful conversations. Other times you were pounded on as we laughed until we cried….. or cried until we laughed.
You may not be as beautiful as you were 24 years ago when we bought you from the quaint shop that sells handmade Amish-built oak furniture, but neither am I?
And I’m ok with you if you’re ok with me.
What we have together goes much deeper than superficial “looks.”
Thank you, my dear ole’ kitchen table, for all you have given to our family.