Last weekend we went to @onelinecoffee, where serving a good cup of coffee is an art. So many little details go into each step that goes into making each cup. Dampen. Grind. Measure. Pour. Wait. Pour. Wait. Pour. Wait.
It was a good lesson in how waiting makes us ready for the best parts of life.
Wedding countdown (this time, it's my wedding we're anticipating: 88 days.)
-RS
We bought a dozen eggs on Sunday. This is what happened afterwards.
-RS
It was Rebekah who first introduced me to the wide world of blogging. She would pull me over to her screen to scroll through piles of entries from Blue Lily and Nie Nie and Design Mom. She was the only girl the BHHS class of 07 who spent her Friday nights looking at Mom Blogs.
As a result, we found our tiny pathway into many big dreams in those candid shots of families and travels and adventures in homemaking.
Today my fiancé and I had brunch with Rebekah and her husband in their new apartment. The dreams are becoming real...
"There are 33 cardinals in the tree outside my room," she shouted to me from downstairs. And there were. The tree was like a bird waiting room.
Yesterday was the snowiest day of them all. The snow fell in piles, piles so deep they coerced my car to get stuck in the driveway so I couldn't drive to work.
Stuck or not stuck, the snow wouldn't hide its beauty, and the cardinals were celebrating it. All 33 of them were chattering, fluttering, twittering as they took turns at the feed.
This little joint, this lock, this coming together of things. Two molded into one with effort-packed precision. Different planks entirely, different colors, different grains...different families of wood even. But they come together to make the box. The jewelry box. The box that holds the treasure...the goodness...the truth.
No dovetail, no box. No dovetail, just two pieces of wood, as far apart as they ever were. Two pieces of wood, cut and carved, shaved and sanded down by the Craftsman. All the hard sanding down. It seems sometimes like the sanding down is all that happens. But then, the one piece is pushed against and then into and then with the other. It sinks in that the sanding was shaping.
The dove...tail. Is it the dove or the tail that is more descriptive? For the wood, it seems to be the tail, but for the rest of things, it must only be the dove.
