June 01, 2021
By Thomas Allen
Growing up, our dining room table was a place of daily gathering for my family. We prayed, we ate, we talked, laughed, played games and even occasionally got grounded for getting too rowdy. That table was—and still is—a centerpiece in my parents’ life.
In fact, my dad built it with his own two hands. It’s got scratches, dings, fork-prong imprints and permanent scars from years gone by, but it represents for a lifetime of memories my dad and mom. It’s something I look back on with a smile.
Shortly after our daughter was born, my father and I began working on a table of my very own for our household. We built it together and it is now a daily...