My son built a wooden rocking chair for me for my birthday.
I was so surprised with the gift, that all I could do was cry.
I asked where he bought the wooden rocking chair, as I ran my fingers over the mirror finish and gently sat on the tufted seat. When he told me he made it, I cried even harder. I asked him what made him make a museum piece rocking chair for me? He remembered me telling him how much I wanted a wooden rocking chair when he was little, but never got it. He said that when he realized he had a gift for making furniture, the first piece of furniture he was going to create would be a wooden rocking chair. He and his wife sat on the sofa and watched while I rocked in the wooden rocking chair. He came over and asked if I was please. Pleased? I didn’t ever want to get out of it. I told him the only thing that would make me happier was if I had a grandbaby to rock to sleep. My daughter-in-law asked me if I could wait about eight months for the grandbaby? At first i didn’t realize what she had said, but it finally sunk in. My son built me a wood rocking chair so I could rock my grandbaby to sleep. I jumped up and hugged them both, and told them they could never move out unless they were leaving that baby with me, and they laughed. I didn’t sit in any other chair but my rocking chair, once they gave it to me.
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