Dan and I were blessed to move into a “new build” for our first home. Although there were many wonderful things about owning a new home, “new build” usually translates into “lots of projects” which translates into “lots of money”. That first year, money was flying out of our pockets left and right for projects. Our subdivision required that we have our lawn “in” within 30 days of moving in. Because we lived on a rocky plot, we had to purchase topsoil first, then the grass seed. Of course that meant that we needed a wheelbarrow, tools to move all the topsoil, and a seed spreader as well. Then we couldn’t forget a sprinkler and hose to get the grass to grow!
There were many other things that we needed, too. Our new home didn’t have a mailbox or garbage cans. The sliding glass door in the dining room opened up to a 10 foot drop (no deck!) We needed a washer and dryer, stove, furniture and other necessary things.
As we worked to furnish our new home and yard, you’d think that I would be content. After all, this was my very first home as a new wife! However, after months of spending money on lots of projects, I began to ask Dan if we were ever going to purchase anything *fun* for me. After all Dan was getting all sorts of things for him [i.e., tools - ha!] So what about me? I didn’t grow up having lots of nice things and I don’t think anyone who knew me would say that I’d ever been a materialistic person. Yet all of the sudden, all those trips to the home project stores and furniture stores had left me thinking about what I didn’t have. What about the nice things that I was “supposed” to have in my own little house? What about curtains? What about a dining table? Color on the walls? Decorative mirrors? Wall hangings?
“Those things will just have to wait for now, Anna”
I (very) reluctantly agreed.
However, I convinced Dan to promise me that as SOON as we had the money, he just *had* to buy me a garden bench just like ones that I had seen dotting the porches of many of our neighbors. I thought it would be perfect for my piano students to sit on while they waited on our porch for their lessons.
I kept reminding nagging Dan about my bench, but it wasn’t until one year later that the time finally came to go to the garden store. I had already set it in my mind that I wasn’t about to buy one of the cheap wooden benches from Home Depot like everyone else had! I wanted a nice, heavy, wrought-iron one that was both beautiful and that would last forever. As soon as we arrived at the store, I spotted the one that I wanted. I ignored the high price tag and immediately set my heart on it. Dan tried to show me some other less expensive (and also nice looking) ones, but I wouldn’t be convinced.
After going back and forth for almost an hour, we drove away with my beautiful bench in the back of the car. Our bank account (that Dan had been trying to build back up after all of our projects) had a big hole in it, but he had a happy wife and that was worth it to him.
I was so happy and delighted! Everyone who visited commented on how lovely the bench was and my students used it weekly, just like I had planned.
When we moved to our new (old) home in 2006, the bench bumped along in the moving van with us. It still didn’t have a garden to sit in yet, but it found a prominent place at the top of the driveway near the garage. It didn’t get as much use now, as we had a deck to sit on that was nicely situated under a tree. Still, it looked beautiful.
Yesterday, I went outside to find this:

Our dog had managed to get his exercise tether line wrapped around the intricate curve of one of the handles of the bench. He then proceeded to drag and bounce my bench around the driveway before we could even grab him and one of its legs came off. Snapped off. As in, cannot be repaired “snapped off”.
The first thing I said was “Oh no! My bench!” and then immediately after that, asked “Is Rex injured?”
He wasn’t. And too my surprise, my heart wasn’t injured over my bench. My prize possession that I had so fretted over and longed for lay broken in the driveway and it didn’t matter to me very much. Not because I had grown tired of the bench and moved on to better things – I still loved to sit on it. It puzzled me why I wasn’t more upset.
As I stood there and looked at the two pieces of the bench, I thought about what a foolish young wife I had been when I insisted on it from Dan. Now it seemed as though his money was laying out there in the driveway, unusable to him. It was such a frivolous purchase when a less expensive bench would have served the same purpose. Yet he had purchased it to try and make me happy.
Isn’t it sad that I got so caught up in desiring *things* way back then? My broken bench serves as a reminder to me that material possessions aren’t really as important as we may think they are “in the moment”. No matter how sturdy they may appear to be, they will all eventually return to dust (or in this case, iron pieces).
I’m thankful that Dan allowed me to learn this lesson for myself. I hope that there is some way to salvage the bench because I’d like to keep it to serve as a reminder to me – a reminder to think twice before pressing him to purchase something that we can’t afford or don’t actually need. There are so many more important things in life!