While I didn’t attend the wedding or witness the opening of the gift it was repeatedly reported that the Vermont native bride raved on and on about the perfect present. Her father, Wheating, once worked at your company, unbeknownst to me, and had kind words for his time there. I’m sure it will be a treasure they will cherish for a long time. Indulge me to share a Bowl Poem I attached with a card.
The Bowl
A vessel, an empty space, a void,
A place where there was nothing.
Fill it with your love, your passion,
your hopes and unbounded expectations.
Let it overflow with goodness and warmth,
Double it and make the world green again.
Share a bounty of dreams
and a promise.
For nothing can contain,
the love you have for each other.
