Monday, February 26, 2007

the table

Several years ago My in laws moved in with us. My father in law and I were two peas in a pod. We even shared the same sign... we were both Gemini. My father in law hated our dining room table. We had an old table that had four chair and we had a family of five. The table did have a few leaves so, I really liked the table. My father in law hated our table and he told me that when he died that I was getting his table and chairs. I told him no thank you that my second hand table was just fine.

Little did I know that he would die just a few months later, and that my mother law was going to give me the table. This table is nice but I do have some issues with it. First of all it has a glass top that sits over this nice wood. I hate cleaning glass, but if we did not have the glass then the wood would be ruined. Second of all this table is huge, and takes up a lot of room.

I usually just throw a table cloth over the table and I don't like for people to eat at it. I do use it for sewing, and it works great to fold laundry on.

Then last night happened. I was in the process of cooking dinner when one of the children said lets eat at the table. So I said fine set the table. So we squeezed nine people in around this table. We actually looked like a normal family. Everyone sitting down, and passing food. For a moment I could not believe that this was my family. Then one of the guys said "I have not sat down with a family and ate dinner sine 05". That was all I needed to hear.

I gave this marine a little piece of home. I must admit that it was nice. Then Rusty leans over and says to me " just think you did not want this table" I will never again look at this table the same way.

Life is funny with all of its twist and turns. For years I have hated the table and now I know that a simple table and chairs came bring joy to people.

Yesterday was cold and it rained so for a little while so Rusty and I locked our selves in our bedroom and had some alone adult time. I am so glad that we were able to do that. I needed to feel his love for me. I know that he loves me, but we have just been going in so many different directions.

Last night after we went to bed Rusty woke up and he decided to get up.He came over to my side of the bed and gave me a kiss. It woke me up so I asked him what was wrong. Rusty said that nothing was wrong and told me to go back to sleep. I found out that Rusty always kisses me when I am sleeping! Rusty is so good to me. Love comes in small packages. A simple kiss says a lot.

A while back I mentioned that our neighbor was coming over to do her laundry, and that we had given her a washer in the past. Well last week they asked if they could do a few loads of laundry. I called the lady and told her that we had a washer that we were going to sell at the yard sale and that if she want to she could buy it for $30 before the yard sale. Neither her nor husband wanted to even come look at it! Then after the yard sale was over they called and asked if we had sold it. I told them that we did. she sounded disappointed. What? Did she expect us to give it to them? I think not!

Well today was suppose to be my day off, but I am going to go do some running around. So I better get busy.

8 comments:

cgtperkins said...

I love the story about the table. It is amazing the joy that such things can bring, it just takes us a while to find it!! Have a great week!!
Hugs
Carrie

lisa41076 said...

Kelli, awesome story about your table, have a good Monday, Hugs Lisa

beckerb6 said...

What a wonderful story about the table. Glad you and Rusty had some alone time.
Hope your week is a good one.
Barbara

hsauls said...

I always find out that Michael says good things about me behind my back and that does more for me than anything he could possibly say to my face. Of course... people think I can walk on water or something the way he talks me up... *grin*... our adult time that we had this weekend was perfect... and so important with him working out of town for the next three months... I needed to reconnect with him and nothing does it better for me than a little pillow time with him...
Glad you have that kind of love in your life!
And you know... it's not so much the table as it is the people gathered around it...
*Hugs*
heather

sunnyside46 said...

A table is symbolic of so much. Our best family times are around the kitchen table.
Marti

ukgal36 said...

why did you have to go and make me cry first thing in the morning? ;-) ahhhh... this was the sweetest post ...thanks for sharing...love your Rusty..he is such a big ol romantic...
Lyn

helmswondermom said...

What a great story!  My kids love it when we set the table and sit down for a meal.  
Lori
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gehi6 said...

I do remember that almost everyone back 'in the old days' had a table big enough to seat the family.  And therre was no eating until everyone was seated at the table.  We sisters had a lot of fun times at our kitchen table, which was tin with chairs that matched.  The big front room table was rectangular in our case with chairs to match. With both of my male companions, we have eaten on trays we unfolded.  People had large families bacl then so sitting down to a table made more sense.  Now they don't, but my daughter has a beautiful wooden table and they always eat togeether.