The Porch Swing

For as long as I can remember there was a porch swing on my parents' front porch. I'm sure I sat there for hours at a time at all times of day and night just thinking. Sometimes when I sat there one (or both if we squeezed) of my parents would sit with me. My cousin and I would play on the porch and swing (especially if it were raining). I remember falling out of it more than once and often I'd have my dog, Fudge swinging with me. I loved that swing!

Our house now has a real porch and I asked if Aunt minded if I took the swing. Our grandfather made it. Hubby and both boys stripped, sanded, primed and repainted it - it was quite the undertaking. Mother's Day morning as I was still lying in bed, I could hear the new chains being put on the swing and it being hung. After my lovingly hand made cards, I sat on it a bit with the boys. Hubby asked "Which side did you used to sit on?". I smiled, it was the one I was sitting on at the moment of course.

Today's only day two and I've already spent time there. I've added something that I don't remember doing in the swing much when I was a kid - reading my Bible. I love my swing! I'm very thankful to Hubby and the boys for all their hard work done with love because they know how much it means to me.