When Josh moved in two years ago, he made a bookshelf for our office. Since then, he's pretty much decided he can make anything. Just the other day he looked at our couch and said "I could make that". I laughed and shook my head. But as much as I tease him and his over confidence, I have complete faith in his building abilities. (See our amazing dining room table project here.) Without a shadow of a doubt, my favorite thing he's made is our entry way table. And while it may be the smallest project, it carries the most meaning. Its' the first thing I see when I walk in the door and the last thing I see on my way out, a reminder of him and the amazing life we share.
(Oh, sorry, did I not mention this post came with a side of cheese?)
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