As I shared yesterday, I purchased a twenty-drawer antique cabinet from Ekster antiques and, when I drove to the barn to pick it up, I bought another large piece.  I bought this gorgeous European glass front cabinet that was way too big to fit in my van.  The wheels in my head were turning as I contemplated how I was going to get the piece home. Our truck bed was too small, but maybe we could strap it in?  No…too risky.  I was going to have my dad drive a truck to Lucketts in case I needed it for a large purchase and maybe he could pick it up for me?  Could we have it delivered? Every scenario I went to was about having someone else drive a vehicle that would be large enough to pick it up.  That’s just not something I do. With all of the furniture I

I’ve always loved the book   It’s not often that a children’s book is so poignant, timeless, and relevant through many seasons of life.  I have revisited this book many times and have gifted it to people in times of transition or new chapters.  In all of the silliness, rhythm, and rhyming, it is so good.  So, as we end one chapter in our lives, I have been thinking about excerpts from this book…specifically The Waiting Place.  If you’re not familiar with it, here it is… The Waiting Place By Dr. Suess Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish