One of the joys of marriage is learning more about your spouse.
And one of the startling discoveries you'll make is . . . wait for it . . . men and women have different taste in decorating.
I, for instance, would live like it were the 1950s: Pyrex, red and turquoise, vinyl, metal drink carriers, high heels and pearls, embroidered pillowcases, 7-Up and card clubs.
Chris would live like it were the 1850s: lots of wood, earth tones, and books as far as the eye can see.
Come to think of it: I'm warming up to all of those things too.
He's a good one, that farmer.
But one thing we already love that isn't red or vinyl is our new-to-us farm table, courtesy of a fire fighter in Lincoln, Neb., and his sweet wife, who needed a little extra room in their house for their growing family.
He's already taking measurements to make his own some day--a bigger one--to fit all of our nieces and nephews, sisters and brothers, brothers-in-laws and sisters-in-laws, moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas.
Ok, maybe not all.
But a bunch.
The fire fighter and his wife had someone make the table for them out of 100+ year-old wood.
I am imagining that, if the Lord chooses to bless us with children, we will one day have 100+ peas shoved through that hole and I will spend 100+ hours picking them out of the carpet after they have been deposited on the floor.
And it turns out, that's just one more thing we couldn't agree on more.