My grandparents bought this rocking chair at the War Eagle Mill Craft Fair when I was born. My mom rocked me in the chair for years and as soon as I told her I was pregnant with Gracie, she shipped it to me on a huge cargo truck hoping, knowing that I would rock my own child in it for years.
It is a special chair and I still get a bit drowsy when I rock in it.
A SF Jazz Ensemble concert in our town center with fog rolling over the hills
lots of snuggles
billy goats in Pescadero...more ollalieberry jam
and some birthday party fun at the gym.
I love you mama.
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