the Lord's hobby.

I am married to a man who is constantly filling our (already completely furnished) apartment with beautifully antiqued and hand-crafted furniture made of the most beautiful woods and done with such precision and care.

I can hardly get him to come home and even though it makes me so crazy that he thinks about, dreams about, talks about, fantasizes for his birthday gifts about wood and then makes lists during church of all the things he'll build for our home one day, I adore it.

He doesn't read books on it or get a building plan before he starts, he just.. starts... and suddenly, out of nowhere, we have a perfect piece of furniture. He is so good at what he does and somehow, he has developed an incredible attention to detail for these projects.

So whenever I try to say something like I wish he'd think about me more instead of wood or that I'm tired of hanging out in the woodshop, he points out all our beautiful furniture and then sweetly reminds me that, "Jesus Christ was a carpenter you know..."


This was a Valentine's Day gift Dave made me to hang all my aprons on.


A pair of night stands - complete with the tricky dove tails.