the Table

so, speaking of furniture, i present you this fine specimen of hand wrought oak.

my father is a worker of wood. he makes really fine furniture. he has made me tables, shelves, a cedar chest. and now, the best thing he has made me: this fine table.

i dont know when my father decided to do this. maybe it was a long meditated decision. but i do know it was at least made when my brother, the first in our family to take the plunge, got married. at his reception my father presented he and his wife a very fine piece of work, a gift - an oak table. i then realized that this was setting the pattern, and was excited that i would, one day, receive my own table.
this table is representative of our family tradition of eating, conversing, and generally living around our kitchen table. the table has long been a center of family life, and this has held true in my family. a symbol of home and time spent together. my father now gives each of us kids one when we get married. each of them is unique.

ours is small, but has a leaf, since we are likely to live in a small place for a long time, but will need the expandability in the future. one of the most interesting features of this table was its modular nature. my dad made it so it could be easily shipped and easily assembled. and even after assembly, it has a 2 sizes: with and without the leaf.
this is the best wedding present i could have asked for. i was super excited when it arrived, and i couldn't wait to put it together and have our first meal on it. it fits perfectly in our house, and i'm excited to carry on the tradition of family dinner and living around the table.

thanks dad!