How could we have known 15 years ago today how He would enlarge our love circle?
We bought the table with gifts from my mama, your parents, my dad. The circling chairs’ paint crack with time’s lines. Little Shalom, Peace Child, has nearly outgown spindled high chair. And you, oh you, my Farmer Husband, brought the crock there full of peonies from out at the mailbox, you brought it home for me, twinkle in your eye, gave me the pair of crocks, one too for the wooden chest before the hearth. Furniture vases. Permanent.
And when their handpicked flowers fade, a child, or me, you, one from the love circle, goes looking for beauty somewhere, gathers, and fills again. The crock vase always remains, always sits at the center. Always awaits the finding, the filling.
Beauty’s everywhere.
I never dreamed the vase of these fifteen years could hold so much.
Related Love:
A photo of us 15 yrs. ago today: a barefoot bride, up in the barn…
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Love, Smiles, and Strawberry Pies
