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About 16 years ago, I moved to North Carolina with just a truck load of belongings. My parents gave me the bedroom suit I had used as a child, I had a bookcase from college, as well as a trunk full of towels and washcloths and a set of dishes. Bobby told me he had some things if I wanted them, and he showed up with his cousins at my apartment bearing a kitchen table and chairs (from his brother), a couch and cookware (from his best friend Hank), and I had two end tables I bought for $5 from a yard sale at a nursing home that was going out of business.

The couch was one of the first things we replaced. Around our 8th year of marriage, Bobby's nephew was getting ready to move into a new house, and he mentioned to me that we should probably offer them our kitchen table and chairs, since it had belonged to his parents. They were thrilled with the offer, and we ended up purchasing a table and chairs from Craigslist.

A few weeks ago, we were blessed with the opportunity to receive the kitchen table, bench and chairs that had belonged to Bobby's aunts. I can't decide what I like best about the set...the design, the much more narrow table, or the fact that it belonged to family.

Either way, we are VERY thankful for this unexpected blessing!


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Jennifer said…
looks very nice!

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