When my grandparents moved into a nursing home THE chair was entrusted to my care -- probably around 2004. I felt honored that I was given the privilege to take care of the chair on behalf of my family. It was in my room during grad school and then moved to the living room of mine and Cory's duplex when we first got married. THE chair even made the trek 3 hours north when Cory and I moved 3.5 years ago. Through all of its travels the chair has begun to show its wear and tear. In order for us to transform Lincoln's room we had to move out the rocking chair we bought when he was born. Thus, THE chair had to leave in order to make room. My parents took it back with them after a visit in January. I wanted to be sure and capture a picture of Lincoln in THE chair before it left our home.
If chairs could talk then I know this one would have wonderful things to say which knowing my grandparents it would include sayings from my grandmother like "Why don't you kids go outside and play" or stories that started like "When David was little one time we went and picked him up from school b/c he was sick and..." or "Cari was so glad we picked her up from school b/c she wouldn't have to take a nap but she was asleep in the backseat before we got home." It would chat about the hours of laughter it witnessed and the pitter-patter of little feet that it enjoyed watching. Above all though, I know THE chair would talk about the amount of scripture that was read and prayed in its midst and the hymns that filled the air around it over the many years that my grandparents possessed it. Its definitely more than a chair to me; it represents my Christian heritage.
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