I am a rock collector. Like, I have thousands of rocks that I’ve collected over the many years that we’ve spent on the Cape. I have very specific things I look for in a rock, but also keep my mind open to ones that don’t fit my “perfect find” list. I know it’s a little ridiculous, but I take my rock collecting very seriously.
I never knew what I would do with them, I just knew that each one of them were too special to let go and that I would find a way to properly honor them some day. That day has come for these.
We knew we wanted to make our fireplace a focal point of our home, but we didn’t know exactly how. We went through a few unsuccessful iterations before we finally built up the courage to just go for it and use my rocks on the face of it.
I love the storytelling this spot has sparked. I love the place it brings me in my soul when I so much as make eye contact with it. And, I love that each one comes from the place that brought Ben and I together forever: the beach in front of his mother’s home that we got married at, he spent ever summer growing up on, and the place our children now spend every summer day.