The sander that never quit


My father provides even when he is gone…

When I started making letters a few years ago I used my dad’s Rigid hand sander to painstakingly sand each letter.  It was a used sander that was not that old, but it was still good with a lot of life in it.  I had borrowed it from him a year or so before he died, and just kept it in my shop after he was gone. The other day on my last set of letters before we left for China, the sander stopped working.  3 years and 1000 letters later that sander had smoothed out each letter that came out of my shop.  As I told my wife the sander was broken she said ,”Do you realize each letter we sent out your dad touched through that sander.”  My father, whale, passed away several years ago, but in that moment I was reminded that he was there in the garage with me, smooth and sanding each letter.  Each letter that was helping us pay for our adoption.  As if he was there looking over my shoulder in approval helping us bring our daughter home.  I realized then his legacy is being lived out in each of my children, and now even Mia Kate. That is a great dad, and an even better man.  A man I can only hope to become.  So if you purchased a letter or a table or even a star from us in the past 3 years, please know that part of my dad’s legacy is in your home.  I am even more excited part of my Dad’s legacy will be coming to our forever family in just a few short days.

Thank you Dad for providing for my family and teaching us all what legacy really is..




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