Over the last few years, we have had many new friends over to our house for dinner or games. It always pleasantly surprises me when they comment on something that has all but become invisible to me. They ask me about where that picture was taken, or who painted that piece, or where did we get that desk, and as I tell them the funny or sweet story behind each object I realize what a rich and wonderful marriage we have had.
My husband and I have moved so many times in our short marriage, that we have had to leave behind anything that isn't useful or sentimental. And we've had days when we could barely buy a gallon of milk, much less buy a new piece of furniture. So our home has become a fun, albeit eclectic collection of curbside finds and going-away gifts. Even as I sit in my dining room writing this, I can see easily see a dozen things that have been given to us or made by us. They are a constant reminder of how much we are loved and how many memories we've made together.
But it sometimes takes the new eye of a friend to bring out the beauty in each piece and in each memory. Many times I am so caught up in acquiring the things I think I still need for my home or secretly desiring the fun experiences other friends seem to be having, that I forget that my own life is a beautiful hodgepodge of memories and experiences. And most importantly, that someone else thinks those experiences are inspiring and meaningful.