Once upon a time, there were two sisters.
These sisters loved each other very much.
They were each others’ main playmates, and they spent many, many hours coloring and playing games at this table…
Much laughter and, most likely, many arguments (as is the way with siblings close in age) were exchanged at this table as the girls grew up.
The table eventually came to reside in the eldest sister’s room, and it was there that this sister stayed up late many nights before her wedding writing thank you notes for the beautiful wedding presents that were pouring in.
Both sisters got married, and the eldest one was the first to have children.
Not long after her own daughter was born, this sister acquired the table.
It was time for a new generation to create memories.
The daughter and son that soon followed whiled away summer days coloring and playing games. They built castles out of Legos and had Hot Wheels races off the table. Many mid-afternoon snacks were enjoyed at this table, sometimes with Mama and other times with friends.
After a number of years, the table and chairs, which had been, by this time, whittled down to two from the full set of four that once existed, found their way to the attic.
The children had long outgrown them.
The daughter grew up, moved away to attend college, and began her grown-up job.
Meanwhile, the chairs and table sat, lonely, in the attic.
When the eldest sister’s daughter requested them for her kindergarten classroom…
Where a new generation of little ones will begin creating their own memories.
They may find themselves like the original owner of the set, the eldest sister, whose happiest memories are tied to the fun experienced at this table…where a less-than-ideal home life may be offset, if only in small chunks of time, by the laughter shared with other little people.
The eldest sister’s eyes filled with tears when her daughter requested that she make that trip up to the attic, for she knew that the legacy of the table would continue.