Sunday, Sterling presented me with a gift. He’d been hard at work for a couple days on it, and his pride in his work was immense. He’d hauled a pallet up to Blaine’s shop in the backyard, marked it, cut it with his hand saw, sanded it down, had Blaine help him drill holes for dowels to create a non-dust collecting bottom, and put the dowel rods in. Last night, Blaine hung my new shelf. I. Love. It. I love that my seven year old son worked so hard to make it. I love that he knows me so well that he knew I’d want it just the raw “old” wood to match my antique theme in my kitchen. I love how fiercely Sterling loves.
Sterling has grand plans to make more and sell them. I think he might just do it, too.