My old rocker

When I was a little girl my Grandma Motes sent my parents some money for Christmas and they bought this great little rocking chair and stained it for me. I LOVED it.

Since having Reagan my parents have passed this chair onto me and it warmed my heart to see this little angel had crawled into it and was having the time of her life. Have I mentioned that she has my Grandmothers hands? Lucky for her, my grandmother had beautiful hands. She was also named after one of my grandmothers dearest friends but that is a story for an entire different post.