the most valuable nut bowl {our sycamore}

I don’t know what is going on with me and blogging right now. Days turn into weeks and before I know it I’ll be posting once a month! I hope not. I still treasure this space. We wrap up the majority of our school in November, which gives us a slow, intentional Advent season. It is one of my favorite perks of homeschooling. The break from most of our subjects (not all) also means a bit more unscheduled time for me. I’m hoping to get back into a blogging groove – at least 2x a week. Hoping.

Today I wanted to share about something beautiful my dad did for me.

13 years ago Chris and I sat in the backyard of our house – dreaming of buying it and dreaming of raising kids under the sycamore tree that stood tall out back. Soon we bought the house and I started this blog. I named it Under The Sycamore – a little corner online to grow and change with me, a place to record the beauty of our everyday moments happening under the shade of that tree. Well, sadly when we added onto the house, we had to take down the tree. The stumps have sat out in the weather for a year and a half until my dad recently decided to teach himself how to make wood bowls. I think he found the most perfect way for us to hold on to a little piece of our family history.

An incredible amount of our family history happened under the branches of that tree. When we scroll through old pictures, inevitably about every 5th picture has some part of our sycamore in it. I’m grateful for all the life lived, all the gatherings held, all the memories made below its canopy. And I am massively grateful for my dad’s thoughtfulness and this family heirloom.

PS – there are two sycamores out front, so technically we are still doing life under the sycamore.

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