Man years ago when I was a little girl, my parents bought my 3 younger siblings personalized rocking chairs for Christmas. My parents felt that I was too old for one, though I was still young and small enough to use one. They felt that I would feel I was too old for it. Boy, were they wrong!
I didn't whine or cry, but I was very disappointed that I didn't get a rocking chair too. For years, this story would be repeated and I'd tease my parents about leaving me out. This was always done in good fun, not to hurt their feelings.
The chairs were well made out of wood and the names had been engraved by my dad. They were simply adorable.
My sister and brothers still have their chairs, though they're in their late 40s and early 50s now. What a neat heirloom for their children and grandchildren. I don't have children, but that never mattered. I still always wanted one of those chairs.
A few years ago, I was living out of state away from my family, feeling very lonely. One day, the doorbell rang and the FedEx guy was standing there with a huge box. I wasn't expecting anything, so I was puzzled. I opened the box and as you can guess, there was my chair!! Over 40 years later, I finally got my rocking chair. I was beyond thrilled! I called my dad and cried like a baby. It still makes me cry!
My dad always had a wonderful sense of humor. Tied to the chair was a Christmas name tag. It said, " Merry Christmas 1962 - from Dad. Love to you. Damn that Post Office anyway. Talk about late mail!"
The note from my dad means as much to me as the chair. It remains tied to the chair and will stay there. This little chair is one of my most prized possessions.