Do you remember the desk? The shabby, tattered, well beyond its time that I can’t let go of desk? Well, it’s still here. BUT there is a new desk in town. Now I wouldn’t blog about any ole desk, but this one is extra extra special. A while ago when I was looking to revamp my office and wanting extra space to put all of my pretty things, I was having a hard time finding the “perfect” desk. I searched high and low, but soon realized I didn’t have to look very far. I asked someone special to make one for me. You may also recall my love for anything vintage or handmade. I love things that hold their own stories so that when they are given to the next person who comes along, the beauty in those words gets passed along as well. To know that someone spent countless hours putting this together piece by piece, perfecting every angle, hand painting it so that it looks flawless…means more than I can say. To know that my children will have this some day long after I am gone – a family heirloom – makes my heart happy. There is more than wood and paint in this desk…there is a whole lotta love intertwined in it as well. It makes me smile to walk into my office every day and see it…

…and the man who made my desk? My Uncle Al.
To see him makes my breath catch.
His face is familiar. It looks so much like my father’s face.
There have been so many times that I have looked at him and felt a twinge in being so thankful that he is still here and a missing for the both of us that my father still could be.
People have said there are differences in their personalities, but I only see similarities.
The kindess. The gentle nature. The giving spirit. The strong faith. The love for family. The willingness to do anything for anyone. These are the ties that bind them. These are the reasons I am so lucky.
I don’t think he will ever know how much this desk means to me. I don’t know if he knows that it’s more than a desk, but it’s a piece of him too that I’ll always have with me wherever I go. I don’t know if he knows that when I say my prayers at night, I thank God for putting him in this family. …and I wonder if he knows how much of an amazing man my dad always told me he is…


Uncle Al – For you. A thousand thank-you’s for this gift of Pretty you have given me. You will never know quite how much it means to me. The World.
I Love You.

Much Love,
Krysta