I also love my table dearly. We bought it with the first advance check my husband received after joining the military, and for two months was the only bit of furniture in our house – and only the second piece of new furniture we’d ever owned. We’ve only had it seven years, but it is scratched and worn and sturdy as ever. I’ve homeschooled my children from kindergarten into middle school around it, written words, shared meals, wept tears, poured over Scripture, made art, and have had more conversations around it with people I love than I can remember. It has grown too small for a family of 8 but we are stuck with it because it is the only thing that will fit in our dining space. ha!