Family scrapbook

We have this table. 

I have had it since I graduated college.

  

It came from my parents, who got it from their neighbors who were going to throw it away when I was a kid.

This table has traveled with me just about everywhere I go.

It has a love of love worn into it.

And after rescuing it from our furniture graveyard (also known as the basement) it is now serving as our kitchen table.

I love looking at every marking and trying to remember how it got there.

Our children have already added their own "love" to the table, but that is my intention.  I'm looking forward to trying to remember some of the newest memories that are being made around this table.