Amazing things happen at the kitchen table. My grandma had an old porcelain topped table. My mom would tell me stories of her dad and brothers penciling hunting trails on it, jotting notes to each other, processing deer, us kids assisting with cooking and of course, eating meals. I found a replica of my grandma's table. If resides in my office so the memories stay close. If furniture could only speak to tell us the stories. Well done!