Fancy Hope

We have a special request for dinner almost every night.
She asks that we sit at the fancy table.
What I love about this is that this table was old when we bought it at an antique store more than 7 years ago (old but not an antique in any valuable sense of the word although we paid through the nose as if it were king Tut's).

But it's fancy to her.

And I hope she never loses the ability to see the fancy in the basic, ordinary things.