This is the chair that I sat in on my grandmothers porch. For hours, as a young girl singing songs, watching cars go by and listening to my grandmother tell me stories.
Years later, this is the same chair my daughter Bethany sat in on that same porch. Most likely singing the same songs and hearing the same stories from my grandmother, her great grandmother.
Now, this is the chair Rebecca sits in. Our third generation daughter. Only now it sits on my porch and in my living room and the grandmother is ME.