It's depression glass,unique, frosted...fragile. I was honored to receive it.
It's amazing it's stayed together this long. The stories it could tell.
It's beautiful and will soon light the room with a warmth and character all its own.
I suppose it takes a keen eye to spy its true beauty, to appreciate it.
It was in a house my friend is renovating although demolishing might be a better term, and he brought it to me with a grin knowing it would have a place of honor in our home.
There's not a chip on it but I'd treasure and respect it even if it had a few mars. Sometimes scars are beautiful too.
I haven't installed it yet...actually, some friends will install it as I'm not known as a handy guy, although I've installed light fixtures before.
There are other more important repairs I've been preoccupied with lately, but this morning I looked over at that fixture and thought of one thing.
I love you, Amy. I see your light. I know your story. I am blessed to have such vision.
Happy birthday my love...
Amy, I will love and honor you all my life.
"Honor your father and mother" is the first commandment that has a promise attached to it, namely, "so you will live well and have a long life."
