Silent Witness

A decade on, wood floors become home’s steadfast confidant. They remember a child’s crawl-to-run journey; witnessed gatherings and farewells; endured moving-day chaos; basked in Sunday stillness.

Their hue deepens; luster softens—like an old friend mellowing with time. Buffing them feels like grooming a companion, heart full of joy.

Wood doesn’t speak. Yet through warmth, sound, and scars, it chronicles a family’s story. Walk upon it, and you tread on time itself.