My First Rocking Chair
Today, I am grateful for gifting me — my first rocking chair.

I visited my grandparents, as a child, every summer in Mississippi. Â On their front porch, sat four rocking chairs. Â One, reserved for my Grandfather; and, the other three were on a first come-first rock basis. Â I liked to read and listen to the sounds made by the rocker as I rocked on the wooden floor.
Love of the rocking chair resurfaced in my mid-fifties.  While I didn’t buy a rocking chair, I couldn’t bypass a rocking chair at a Cracker Barrel Restaurant, furniture store, or an airport without sitting down and enjoying a rock or two.
For the past five years, I enjoyed rocking for seven straight days in rocking chairs on the front porch of the house we rent for our Mother-Daughter Vacations in Martha Vineyards

There are only two rocking chairs on the front porch in Martha’s Vineyard.  Both daughters enjoy the rocking chairs, but when I am present —  one rocking chair is for Mama.  Like, my grandfather, I appreciate my rocking chair privilege.  I view it as one of the many gifts of love from my daughters.
After returning from vacation this year, I didn’t want to wait another year to rock in the chairs at the rental house in Martha’s Vineyard or the rocking chairs at the Boston Airport.
Also, I didn’t want to rely on random rocks in public places for the next year.  So, I gifted ME a rocking chair for reading and relaxing throughout the year.
Since I was not able to find a rocking chair locally to coordinate with the furniture on our lanai, I ordered one through the internet.  It’s perfect.  All I need to find is a seat cushion.
I can’t close this post without expressing gratitude to Hubby for assembling my rocking chair.  (Side Note — Maybe, after reading this, he will assemble my new potting table delivered this past week and is still boxed up in the foyer.)
Most of all, I am grateful to God for his unconditional love, which has opened my life up to experiencing self-love.