A few years ago we received a mysterious email, asking our permission to publish a photo that had been taken of our basketball hoop. Which was odd, since our basketball hoop had been mounted on the garage for years and is hardly picture-worthy let alone anyone’s pick for publication in a coffee table book! But as it turned out it WAS our hoop, though not from our garage; it was the hoop standing on the farm property that Gary and his family had moved to when Gary was a toddler. The property used to have barns and horses and a couple of homes, but more recently just trees and a stream and one lone basketball hoop standing the test of time. Also memories; lots of memories.
It seems a gifted photographer and a setting sun casting shadows through an old tree make for a beautiful photo, a truly poignant capture of a moment. And it was a tearful joy to see that old hoop from “the farm” on the pages of that coffee table book three Christmas’s ago when the book was finally published and I surprised Gary with a copy of it under our tree.
Then this past summer we sold that farm. It was time. But, really, it sold with a huge mix of emotions for us. So many memories… And Gary drives past “the farm” several times a week as he travels to work, so the memories stay fresh. And he and I and our grownup kids notice the changes to the property as the new owner clears away brush and cuts down trees and puts his own stamp on that piece of land, on that piece of our hearts.
Shortly before Christmas this year our son Zach was driving past the farm and had a beautiful thought. He quickly brought his wife Jessie into the project, and Kira and Holden, too. And on Christmas morning Zach carried a small wood table into our family room and set it in front of Gary and told him that beautiful piece of craftsmanship was cut from the wood of that tree on the farm, the tree that used to stand beside the basketball hoop.
The new owner had graciously allowed Zach to sift through the cut tree branches, and Zach chose a few pieces to take home with him. He cut and crafted that little table for his dad, made from one thick slice of the tree; and then he took another piece of that wood and made an ornament for our Christmas tree. The ornament is etched with a simple drawing of a basketball hoop, and the words “the farm”.
Zach, Jessie, Kira, and Holden collaborating and creating those treasured gifts for us. Wood pieces remembering and honoring heart pieces. My husband’s tender tears, and all of us quiet and deeply grateful for good gifts from a good Father.
This Christmas, these have been a few of my favorite things.
~December 27, 2016~