The kitchen table.

It may not seem like much to the person scrolling past the picture but it tells a story to me.

It reminds me both of our girls are home together and, with work schedules and individual home locations, that doesn’t happen a lot.

We have an extra plate today.
That’s for mom.
Not two plates.
For mom AND dad.
But just one plate.

One glance of this set table makes my momma-heart so happy I could cry.

The next glance makes my daughter-heart ache as I cry missing my dad.

If that table could talk…..

It has heard thousands of prayers.
Has experienced so much laughter as well as many heartbreaking tears.

It’s been eaten on, sat on, spilled on, written on, painted on, cried on, held hands on, gossiped on and even stepped on.

It has heard recaps of almost every basketball game each daughter has played from elementary school to varsity championships.

It has supported friends eating McDonald’s French fries to chicken, mashed potatoes and corn after late-night softball games.

That table has hosted American Girl tea parties, years of decorating cookies, painting pumpkins, coloring Easter eggs, building gingerbread houses, doing homework, reading the Bible, discussing vacations and sometimes having to navigate tough stuff.

So you see, it’s more than a table to me.
It’s a living memory book.

One for which I look forward to creating more pages.