The wellspring of a generous heart nourishes the lives of family and friends while sitting comfortably around the kitchen table. The very heart of the home. Where lessons are taught, encouragement is given, joy and laughter ring out, tears are wiped dry, loneliness and fears are defeated, judgment and criticism are unwelcome; and above all else, love flourishes.
-by Lois Macdonald
Whether polished and dressed in cheerful linens or cluttered with the latest jigsaw puzzle, the kitchen table faithfully reserves a place setting for family and friends. If the home is indeed where the heart lives, then surely it beats loudest and strongest from within these four busy walls. The morning begins with the family sitting comfortably around her, all arms supported on her smooth edges, children chattering while mom and dad grip steamy mugs of freshly brewed coffee. Goodbye hugs and kisses are passed all around and then, silence. At the end of each day, nighttime dims her lights as the soft murmuring of the dishwasher play its last song, and once again hugs and kisses go around, this time sending sleepy heads off to bed. As the moon gently filters across the kitchen floor, it stops briefly to admire the table, who even in her sleep, dreams of her family and friends. Deeply ingrained in her solid oak layers, the table has stored a lifetime of well-preserved memories and secrets that she will carry to her grave. Personally, I consider it a great honor and privilege to be invited into the very heart and soul of a home. Past all the formalities of the living room. That perfectly starched waiting area, reserved for the next unannounced mother-in-law visit. Just kidding. Still, the kitchen is that intimate place where freedom to be oneself reigns true and sharing “heart-to-heart” is never unfashionable. A safe-haven where the wellspring of a generous heart nourishes the lives of family and friends while sitting comfortably around the kitchen table.The heart of the home, where above all else, love flourishes.