dining room table

I've been searching for the perfect dining room table. 

One that will hold family and friends that are family as we fill our souls with good food and laughter. 

But today I paused as I looked at our dining room.

An old wooden table with painted blue legs. 

Your mother gifting it to us when we left home at 21. 

Your family sat there while they shared stories of their days before us. 

We have shared this table with our family, our friends, our baby. 

Rings from cups left behind after long nights and early mornings. 

Memories from every apartment and house we've kept over the last decade. 

Laughter felt and hard conversations had.

I’m no longer rushing for a new table.