A few months back, my husband and I visted his family farm back east in Georgia. His very sweet and handy grandfather offered to help Britt make a bench out of an oak that had fallen on the property.
So the two of them spent a warm September afternoon out in the barn, measuring and drilling, sawing and laughing.
Once we got it home, I sanded, stained, and sealed it.
We love it.
And its transformation.
Simple and rustic.
It's not only a lovely piece of furniture....
But also a reminder of that sweet afternoon shared by Britt and his grandfather.
We'll keep the bench (and the memories) forever, and one day, hopefully our children will sit upon it.
Instead of Amos.
Who for the time being
has claimed this future family heirloom for his own.