I’ve wanted a big, chunky, rocking swing by the water for a long time…and I wanted my husband to make it.
Chris loves these construction challenges. All he needs is a couple of puttering Saturday afternoons, some alone time to figure out all the details and some tools…
…and voila – this is Chris, enjoying the fruits of his labour.
I love this swing. I love it because my husband made it. I enjoyed watching the process as much as I enjoy the final product. Making this swing for me was a labour of love for Chris and I’m so thankful for the beautiful ways that he expresses his feelings for me, without talking.
Last night at 11:30 pm., Chris and I sat on the swing and rocked for a few minutes. The stars were shining brightly and there was a soft breeze coming off the water. I nestled in under his arm and we sat quietly, just basking in the moment.
This morning, I wandered down to the swing and I read my Bible for a while.
This afternoon, I asked my next door neighbour if she wanted to come and play on my swing…and she did.
On Friday, I’m going to bring my out-of-town friend down to the swing and we’re going to enjoy a cup of chai tea together as we rock and talk.
I know, without a doubt, that this swing is going to provide many moments of much needed deceleration in a world that demands us to quickly move and madly produce.
I want to listen to the waves, watch the sun go down and feel the breeze – sometimes alone, sometimes with others.
Thank you, Chris for making a swing and thank you, God for making Chris.
The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you ever had.