To DH and I, you were the temporary, comfortable chair Mom’s neighbor gave us when we moved in, instead of throwing you away. I washed your cushion when diapers leaked, your back was burned when some Christmas lights overheated while draped on you (we were testing them, sorry.)
But to the boys, you were the chair where Daddy reads his Bible every morning. The first chair M and K could sit in, because the square corner kept them from falling over. Great for bouncing on, and standing on to look out the window.
Thank you for comfortable seats during movie nights, nursing babies, and being associated with a good example to my children of morning devotions, I’m glad you aren’t really personified, because this entry is making me feel almost as bad as the children do about us putting you out on the curb.
But not enough to bring you back inside now that you’ve been rained on.