Or these permanently permanent marker messages that survive hundreds of scrubbings like some ancient cave carvings, screaming out to tell the daily escapades of a "curious" toddler.
Or the etchings and carvings of the multitudes of drawings, drumings, dictations, and computations that have worked its surface.
Yes, our family table has tales to tell. One only has to pull up a chair and rest his elbows on the surface to realize that this is a "road well traveled" type of table.
It has played gracious host to many guests...
It has been the backbone of many celebrations...
and supported endless hours of crafts, games, baking, and preparations.
And if you listen carefully you may hear the whisperings of precious conversations that have floated across its surface. Late night confessions of love, early morning spiritual awakenings, ponderings of future, reminiscings of past, advise given and received, and lessons learned. Laughter, tears, giggles, squeals, good meals, holding hands, praying, passing dishes, sharing dreams...it all happens at the family table, the epicenter of our home.