We are putting down new flooring in our kitchen. With crowbar and wonder bar and hammer we pull up and break up and take up the old flooring, which was new to us 21 years ago. How excited we were to lay that golden wheat colored laminate wood floor.
So many hours of cooking and clean up and talking and standing and sweeping and spills and mopping and stomping on that floor.
And now this one. Wide planks. Dark richness. Beautiful and new.
In 21 years who will be taking up that floor? How many footsteps will have tread there? How many spills and tumbles and slips and slides?
In 21 years I will be 81 years old. I don’t know how I will feel about some young whippersnapper sixty year old tearing up my floor.
I hope that food and drink and memories will have been created there. I hope that bellies and hearts will have been filled there. And I hope that life, seasoned with love, will have been tasted there.
Welcome, new floor. May we wear you well.