The Rocking Chair

The assignment for today is "rocking chair".

When I was first married, we moved in with my mother-in-law in her apartment in the Bronx. There was not a rocking chair to be seen in the apartment.

10 months later, my son was born. When I arrived home from the hospital I was surprised to see this chair waiting for me in the living room. My husband had purchased it for me as a gift. I don't remember if I ever even mentioned wanting one--I think not--so the chair was an extra special gift because he thought of it and purchased it of his own accord.

I've rocked 5 of my own babies in that chair, along with Alex (see post from May 25--Memorial Day Parade), and his brother for a short while. Not to mention grandbabies once in a while. So the chair has served me well over the years.

About 5 years ago, Caleb decided he was going to remodel the staircase/coat closet. He took down all the hooks, so we didn't have anywhere to hang our winter coats--the rocking chair became the "coat hanger", so all winter and most of the summer too the chair is completely covered in coats, hats, extra blankets, etc. He still hasn't finished the staircase/coat closet, so the chair will have to do.

Anyway, this chair holds special memories for me, along with holding our winter gear.

I took a ride to Johnson Hall this afternoon. I wasn't too inspired in spite of being glad to be outdoors on such a beautiful day. One of my friends works there and we had a chance to chat for a few minutes before she left for home.