I don’t think that I ever followed up on my story about our Grandfather Table. I shared the process of creating it, and there have been photos of it in the background here and there.
But I haven’t shown you the complete finished product.
Last fall was a full, and emotional time for me. With my son’s family splitting up, trying to get their house (that we owned) fixed up and listed before the real estate market hit its winter doldrums.
(There is not a day that goes by, that I am not thanking my lucky stars and feeling blessed that we sold it before winter, because this spring’s selling period? Oh, I think you know how the corona virus has affected that!).
A lot was going on, throughout the heartache of the family readjusting to its new arrangements and relationships. My husband retired, we had family trips, I hurt my shoulder, had a concussion, hosted A Snowbird’s Song, and well, just kind of hung in as best as I could. 
But now? Life is on a much more laid back course for us here at the cottage. And the problems that I thought were so huge last fall seem petty now.
All of that stress about my husband quitting his job? Gone. Even though our savings sure took a deep dive now, with the suffering so many are going through without jobs, I have nothing to complain about.
We have a home we won’t lose.
We have food.
We have each other.
Having my husband home, by my side while we go through this together has made me love the fact that he retired so early.
Who knows what might happen with our retirement savings, we might both need to find jobs when possible, but it is something we will face as a couple.
Sitting together at this table, each morning, drinking coffee, looking at the wildflowers he picked for me in the woods, I am comforted.
The history of this table, and my husband’s sweet, sentimental reasons for having it built mean even more.
(You can read the background HERE)
To my husband, the tree reminds him of telling stories to the grand fairies under the old oak it was built from. Family stories of his grandfather.
To me? I was fearing that it was going to always remind me of that rough time last Fall, when I was heartsick and injured, worried and tired. Facing much bigger problems in my life now, and not just in mine, but world wide devastation from this insidious virus, this table has come to represent something else to me.
A solid relationship, as strong as the oak.
And hope for the time ahead, when family can once again gather around this table together.
I consider myself lucky to have seen & touched this beautiful table in person while attending Snowbird Song. You welcomed all of us peeps into your lovely home & created special memories that will last a lifetime. So glad for your friendship.
What a lovely post and that table is beautiful!
Beautiful table. Amazing how the resin was poured and the stones weren’t disturbed and the live edges turned toward the inside make the center look like a meandering stream!
A special table for a special family. It’s a real treasure, just like you!
I was worried about the rocks moving around too. They did a little, but not much at all. He poured a small amount at a time, in layers