...play "i won't always love you". ( or whatever you want. i thought i could make the choice but it turns out you can listen to ALL! )
we got a brand new big + awesome table for our dining room. which means, we are selling our smaller one. it was jay's when he lived in vermont for law school, and i always hated it. every time i went there, especially when i knew it would soon be mine, i hated on it. turns out, i adore it. it was there for us through our wedding and first apartment and into our new house. it's a very pretty color and really nice happy wood, with all kinds of loveable scratches. after the excitement of a new, big, adult table being delivered today, i got a little sad about selling the small one. i want a reason to keep it. but it would probably just be sad in the basement anyway.
we got a brand new big + awesome table for our dining room. which means, we are selling our smaller one. it was jay's when he lived in vermont for law school, and i always hated it. every time i went there, especially when i knew it would soon be mine, i hated on it. turns out, i adore it. it was there for us through our wedding and first apartment and into our new house. it's a very pretty color and really nice happy wood, with all kinds of loveable scratches. after the excitement of a new, big, adult table being delivered today, i got a little sad about selling the small one. i want a reason to keep it. but it would probably just be sad in the basement anyway.
in high school, i wrote a letter to all the houses i'd ever lived in (3) and it was such fun and important expression for me. i loved being able to characterize the houses, and tell them how i felt as if they were people. i'd love to share them here sometime- maybe if i do one for our apartment ... or our first house (oh, the day, when/if we ever have to leave this house... i can't even get rid of our table...) so, i could totally do that with this table... but a formal letter felt a little much. i think our little table would want just a little "ode" to the talks, feelings, and food it held up for us.
more table love ... 
| little table, hanging out proudly around our first anniversary. don't mind jay's sagging butt pants. | 
| little table, we love your big chairs. | 
| little table, remember those exeter-pittsburgh pierogies? you look so small in that big room.  | 






