But I suspect the whole point to everything is not found in the projects we finish, anyway; projects matter, yes! And goodness, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over that thrill of finishing work you’re truly proud of. But the projects and the work–I think they mean something because WE mean something. And I think the job of showing another the infinite amount of meaning they–each of us–contains is a sacred, beautiful thing that will far outlast the staying power of a tidy kitchen.
(Bet you can’t guess how my kitchen is looking these days…)
This girl may not have a ton of memories of a sink without dishes, but I hope she knows she’s loved. I hope that knowledge is the biggest thing about her.