We have guests over for a meal most every week, and every week we’d gather around that table. Sometimes the gatherings are jovial events that stretch long into the night. Sometimes they are somber times shared over quiet dinners. Amid broken glasses, spilled drinks, dirt, and countless food items, that stubborn table has stood strong.
Not to do with pens, pencils, paper, or writing. But, it’s a wonderful appreciation of a thing made by hand. Something we believe in.