As a kid, I remember my parents taking me to farms and country properties to go to auctions. Mmm…the smell of the outdoor spaces and the thrill of the hunt. Especially for me as I was knee-high to a grasshopper and had the perfect height to dig through the boxes looking for treasures. Sometimes those days lasted long as we waited for the items to come up for bidding. I remember my dad picking me up and telling me to lay my head on his shoulder. It wasn’t long before I was sound asleep in the best place ever.
My mom knew how to sniff out a deal at a garage sale and also knew how to haggle over prices. She would usually allow me to pick some sort of treasure while on our hunts, and like most garage sailing, sometimes you come up empty and sometimes you strike it rich. Oh…those were the days.
My parents are my treasures that I feel sometimes I have yet to fully appreciate. Do you ever long for a rewind button? My days fly by and it seems time is slipping away too fast. One thing that hasn’t changed is their love for me. Take this oak desk for instance. It could have been cast aside as my dad went through the newly purchased property he had acquired. He’s been a fixer upper long before that title became a household word, and, I must say, the best one there is. When he asked me if I’d like to have it, I said, “Sure!” I mean…who wouldn’t, right?
At first glance, the only major issue was with the top. Somehow, one of the